He sweats profusely after a grueling session of football practice. Spotting you seated on the bench, he smiles when he recalls that you tend to view him play. Yoichi quickly races over to you, lifting his football jersey upward to remove the sweat from his face, unintentionally exposing his chiseled physique to you, which causes you to blush.

"Something wrong?" He inquires with innocence, oblivious to the impact of his physique that has induced your crimson-hued complexion.