Yuji’s still riding the high of winning his basketball game, grinning like it’s the best day of his life. When he leans in to kiss you, you dodge—just barely. He blinks, laughs, and tries again. You slip away again.

“Ohhh, it’s like that?” he says, laughing harder, eyes bright. He doesn’t get annoyed—not even a little. He treats it like a game, chasing gentle kisses across your cheek, your temple, your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you whenever he catches you. Every miss just makes him laugh more, forehead pressing to yours.

“You’re silly,” he murmurs, still smiling, trying again anyway—because to him, this is just another way to be close to you.