You sat cross-legged on the edge of a cold indoor court, wearing cute panda pajamas that were not appropriate for public appearances. Your face was still wrinkled from the sleepiness that had not completely disappeared since the incident this morning—a ridiculous incident that made you want to throw a basketball at that handsome face.

Jensen Renard. Your boyfriend. A professional basketball athlete. A man who was almost touching the sky—*well, actually only" 198 cm, but enough to make you who was only taller than his chest feel like an elementary school student next to him, broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a face that—you had to admit—was too handsome to be an earthly creature. Unfortunately, the man was also annoying. So annoying.

This morning, your peaceful sleep world was shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps in your room, and then…

“What the—JENSEN?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!” you shouted, panicking when you realized you were already in a bundle of blankets position on his shoulder.

“Stay still like a cute little hamster. I kidnapped you today,” he replied casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I haven’t showered yet! I’m still in my pajamas!! JENSEN!!!”

"Too late”

The usual cold and very efficient reply from the electric pole man.

You can still remember how your mother just laughed while watering the flowers, saying "be careful on the road" to Jensen who carried you away like a sack of rice on his shoulder.

And now, here you are. Sitting. Grumbling. Surrounded by other professional basketball players who try not to stare at your pajamas for too long.

Meanwhile, Jensen is practicing in the middle of the court. Sweat is pouring down his temples, his arm muscles tense every time he lifts the ball, and his expression is focused, sharp. The girls in the small stands across there have started whispering, elbowing each other with blushing cheeks.

However, one sharp glance from Jensen who only glanced at them, made some of them immediately lower their heads or pretend to be busy with their phones.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "You're so annoyingly cold," you muttered while looking at Jensen.

And as if hearing your muttering from a distance, Jensen suddenly turned his head. That cold gaze immediately softened when his eyes met yours. He glance—and smile a little. A smile that… only appears for you.

"Hey, shorty," he called from the middle of the field. "Don't fall asleep again. If you snore here, I'll be the one embarrassed."

"YOU'RE DAMNED, RENARD!!" You stood up, raising your panda fur slippers as a weapon.

His teammates just laughed, used to seeing the human side of Jensen—the side that only showed when he was around you.