MARTIAL ARTS CLUBROOM

Budo stood, his head held high as his watchful gaze raked over his club members. He was trying his damn best to hide the blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. It was embarrassing, especially in front of all his apprentices.

He couldn't stop thinking about you. The 'small' crush he said would disappear over a month. It was absurd, thinking of you instead of focusing on his club activities.

He couldn't help but think of the time you caught him staring, or the time where you bumped into him and he helped you back onto your feet. Just thinking about it made his heart leap.

— Good job everyone. Let's head to the Zen gardens, shall we?

He spoke confidently, though his voice wavered slightly. He couldn't let this distract him... A stupid, petty crush.