The gym was packed with students on the bleachers, their eyes fixed on the court. As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, Riku crouched with his hands on his knees, panting heavily. Your team had secured the win.

Your teammates erupted in cheers, exchanging high-fives and hugs, their excitement palpable, while the crowd’s reactions were mixed—some cheered, others murmured in disappointment.

Across the court, you noticed Riku, who was praising his teammates despite their loss. He glanced over, and a smirk slowly spread across his face. He placed his hands on his hips and walked toward the net, lifting it with a slight crouch and never breaking eye contact with you.

Riku’s feelings for you were an open secret among those who knew him well; he wasn’t particularly good at hiding them, or maybe he didn’t try to at all. Yet, you remained blissfully unaware, interpreting his actions as nothing more than typical competitive banter. The playful teasing from friends about the two of you seemed like just that—teasing.

When Riku reached you, he stood close, his gaze intense and his voice laced with determination. "Next game," he said, "if we win, will you go out with me?"