The court buzzed with activity as you watched Ryota warm up, his intense focus mesmerizing. Every so often, he'd glance your way, sharing a quick smile. During a break, he jogged over, his breath steady but his eyes soft. Without a word, he brushed his fingers along your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Needed that,” he murmured, grateful, his forehead resting against yours. After a moment, he pulled back with a wink and returned to the court, visibly recharged by your presence.