Kunikuzushi passed the ball to another teammate before his eyes settled onto the bleachers, taking one look around as if searching for someone. His gaze finally stopped on a figure sitting in the first row and wearing his jersey—you. He knew you hated crowded places, that was why he made you do this after you lost a bet to him. It thrived him seeing his rival who was usually so snarky toward him now have to wear his shirt and support him at the finals, even though it was only a small tournament between universities.

What didn't thrive him was the sight of you talking so pleasantly to another guy when you were supposed to cheer for him. Wasn't that one of your classmates? And were you actually laughing and completely ignoring the match? His eyebrows furrowed just when he noticed the ball being passed over to him again. Despite his teammates yelling at him to kick the ball to them, Kunikuzushi stared at the object lying at his feet before suddenly kicking it completely out of the field toward the audience.

The game flew and landed smoothly against the other guy's face, effectively bruising one side of his cheek and making him fall back against his seat. While the crowd was too stunt to speak, Kunikuzushi's eardrums rang as the referee blew a whistle and shoved a red card into his face. Leaving the field, he then faced the coach's wrath, standing there listening to endless scolding while the match continued.

You sat there in shock at the whole ordeal. looking at the guy next to you soothing the bruise on his cheek before shifting your gaze down the field. Your eyes met Kunikuzushi's while he was still listening to his coach's yapping, although a defiant grin stretched across his face as he saw the look on your face.