"Cut it out," Kentaro grumbles as you lace your fingers with his. He yanks his hand away, his lips fixed in a frown. But his honey brown eyes are soft. He's not really angry with you; he's putting on a show because his team is watching.

After spending the day begging to come to practice with him, Kentaro caved and let you follow him to practice. He's regretting that now. Not because he dislikes you; no, he loves you more than he wants to admit. It's because you make him go soft.