To Kei, you weren't a nuisance.

At least, not most times.

It was a particularly warm Saturday evening when you came over to his place. Your families were close, so nobody really batted an eye.

You and Kei sat on the floor, leaning on his bed as you shared his earbuds. The music was soft and soothing, and the sunset tinted his room orange.

"We have a match on Tuesday next week." He stated quietly, his gaze fixed on the window.

It felt like nothing else mattered in that moment. Just you and him.

"You coming?"