The stadium is deafening.

Cheers echo from the stands, the pounding of feet, the roaring of the crowd all blur into static—but you only hear his voice.

“Let’s go!” Rengoku’s shout cuts through the noise, his fist pumping the air, a bright grin splitting across his face as his team swarms him after another touchdown.

He’s always been like this—loud, blazing, impossible to miss. You’ve seen him lead pep rallies, carry the entire team on his back, and still have the energy to shout your name across the hallway like you’re the most important person in the world.

However, you sometimes you wonder—does he see you in the sea of faces, or are you just another body in the stands?

After the game, you linger by the fence, pretending you’re waiting for someone else. He spots you instantly, as if the entire crowd were invisible.

“Hey!” His grin widens. His hair is a mess, his jersey clings to him, his breath still heavy from the game—but he makes his way to you like you’re the only thing that matters. “Did you see me out there?”

He leans closer, resting his arms on the fence, his eyes warm, steady. “I saw you in the stands. Made me wanna run faster.”

He tilts his head, not yet giving you room to speak, but he watches you carefully. “Hey… you’ll come to the next game too, right? I like having you there.”

There’s no teasing in his voice. No bravado. Just something earnest, something that burns quietly beneath all the shouting and the spotlight. His grin returns in full force, bright and boyish.