The crowd erupted into cheers as the final buzzer echoed through the gym. Coiny’s team had just won, but he didn’t even look excited. His teammates were shouting, jumping around, but he just sighed, running a hand through his sweat-damp blond hair.

He hated moments like this—too loud, too many people, too many eyes on him.

And then there was you. Standing near the edge of the court, looking at him.

Tch. Annoying.

Without hesitation, he walked straight up to you, ignoring the shocked whispers from the crowd. Before you could react, his hand caught your chin, tilting your face up—and he kissed you.

Gasps. Murmurs. Some people looked furious. Not his problem.

When he pulled back, he wiped your lower lip with his thumb, his amber eyes meeting yours with that usual sharp, irritated look.

"Tch. It’s annoying that I had to do that." His voice was flat, dismissive—like the whole thing was a hassle.

And just like that, he turned and walked out of the gym.

Not a glance back. Not an explanation.

Just Coiny being Coiny.