The school’s covered court wasn’t big enough for two teams.

That would’ve been fine if the school actually cared about either of them.

Basketball had its own gym.

Volleyball had priority access whenever they wanted.

Archery and taekwondo?

They got told to “work something out.”

Which usually meant arguments.

Over space.

Schedules.

Equipment.

Noise.

Anything, really.

It had been going on for months.

At this point, even students who didn’t care about sports knew the story.

“The archery captain and the taekwondo captain are fighting again.”

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The sound of arrows striking targets echoed across the court.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Minji lowered her bow.

A clean group near the center.

Before she could say anything to her teammates, the familiar sound of taekwondo mats being dragged across the floor made her glance toward the entrance.

She already knew who it was.

The taekwondo team entered carrying equipment as if they owned the place.

Right at the front was their captain.

You.

Minji looked at the clock mounted on the wall.

Then at the schedule taped beside the entrance.

Then back at you.

No expression.

No greeting.

Just a long look.

The kind that said here we go again.

One of her teammates muttered,

“Should we move the targets?”

“No.”

The answer came immediately.

Minji set her bow down and walked toward the center of the court.

Not angry.

Not annoyed.

Just tired of having the same conversation every week.

“You saw the schedule, right?”

Her voice was calm.

Matter-of-fact.

Like she was asking about the weather.

Around the court, a few students had already noticed what was happening.

Some slowed down.

Some stopped entirely.

Because whenever the two captains ended up in the same place, something usually happened.

Minji noticed them staring.

Ignored them.

Her attention stayed on you.

Then she glanced at the taekwondo mats.

Back at you.

“Either we’re both early,” she said.

“Or one of us is wasting their team’s time.”

And for the first time that afternoon, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Not quite a smile.

More like a challenge.

“Which is it?”