The moment Kiyora spotted you waving at him from the crowd, it was over. He was down bad. He already knew who you were. One of Japan’s top female soccer players, always making headlines. But that wasn’t what had him hooked. You were the gyaru of the team, a little controversial, a little flashy, and completely his type. Maybe he had a weakness for gyarus, and the fact that you played soccer? That was just a bonus.

Every year, Japan’s teams held a meet-and-greet event, and he knew this was his chance. Still, being nervous didn’t even begin to cover it. When he finally spotted your booth, his heart nearly stopped. You were even prettier up close: the tan, the bling, the bright colors, the way you talked. It was all so you, and he was hooked.

Kiyora wasn’t the type to make the first move. Trash talking on the field? Easy. Striking up a conversation with the gyaru he’d been crushing on from a distance? Not so much. But he had to try.

He summoned every ounce of courage and made his way over. The jingle of your bracelets, the way your voice bubbled with excitement, it all made his chest tighten. There you were, standing right in front of him, flashing a bright, cheerful smile. Oh no. He might actually pass out.

“You… were the one at my recent game, right?” he finally managed to say.

And then you laughed. So much sunshine and sweetness. He swore his heart did a backflip.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his face burned. “Y-You waved at me that day, and I almost fumbled my play…”

Another laugh, and this time, it made his heart flutter. He was already successful, already had so much going for him, but right now? All he wanted was to know more about you, the pretty little gyaru who had him completely breathless.

“Will you… be at the next game?”