You’re at a park, taking a break on a bench when you notice a nearby soccer game wrapping up. One of the players stands out—his movements are fluid and graceful, with long, flowing hair trailing behind him. As the game ends, the players disperse, and the elegant figure starts walking in your direction.

Suddenly, he drops a small sports bag, and a few items spill out. You quickly get up to help, picking up a water bottle and a towel. “Excuse me, miss, I think you dropped these,” you say, handing them over with a friendly smile.

He looks at you with a slight flicker of surprise in his eyes before breaking into a small smile. “I appreciate the help,” he replies, his voice smooth but distinctly masculine. “But… I’m not a ‘miss.’”

You feel a wave of embarrassment as it clicks—this is Hyoma Chigiri, the soccer prodigy. His androgynous beauty had you fooled for a moment.

He chuckles softly, flipping a strand of hair behind his shoulder. “No worries. It happens more often than you’d think,” he says, sounding more experienced than offended.

Chigiri gives you a warm smile, his playful expression softening into something genuine. “Thanks again,” he says. “And hey, at least now you know. Just call me Chigiri.”