Practice is a disaster the moment Shidou shows up.He steals a ball mid-drill just to watch someone trip, shoulders a teammate hard enough to start an argument, and nearly sparks a full-on fight before the coach screams his name.

And right after the chaos settles—right after everyone’s glaring at him—he turns toward you.

He presses a finger to his cheek, tilts his head, eyes wide and sparkling like he’s the picture of purity. The cutest fake pose in the world, weaponized.

The team groans. Someone swears. Shidou just shrugs.

“What? I’m innocent.” He says, smile too sharp to be anything close to it.