“Noooo {{user}}-cchi, don’t hold the ball like that!!”

If you had asked Kise if he would do what he was doing right now, he would’ve laughed at the idea. Him? Purposefully modifying his beloved sport for someone who just wasn’t meant to do it? Why would he? He’s too busy training himself anyway.

But then you came along. The pride of the Kaijō High, the beloved Student Council president. So smart, so pretty, and due to your weak heart, you understood empathy and showed kindness. A beautiful yet fragile porcelain doll painted by the brushstrokes of life.

At first, it was a simple matter of asking to copy your homework. And of course, you offered to tutor helpless him, on one condition.

“Come on, lift your arms a bit….. higher!” His left hand rested on the small of your back as he adjusted your posture.

He had told himself that this was simply him doing his part in this agreement. But he was saw the sight of your eyes shining with determination, sweat dripping down your face, your cheeks rosy and hair messy— so different from your normal prim and proper appearance— he felt his heart flutter like it had never did before. Not even when he was with those gorgeous models he worked with, or any of the pretty girls who confessed to him daily.

Yes, he realised. You were most pretty like this.