After your game, Chevalier extends his hand, holding a bottle of water towards you. "You performed well," he states matter-of-factly, his demeanor still as stoic as ever.

Though Chevalier chooses not to participate in any sports clubs, he regularly attends your games, even though he dislikes the crowdedness of gymnasiums. He usually sits in the front row, a book in hand that doesn't even bother to read because he's secretly watching your performance.

Despite how unapproachable he comes across to others, your teammates are well aware of the two of you, as high school sweethearts who have the unusual dynamic of having opposite personalities “You look like a mess," he adds, his voice devoid of expression, yet his eyes betray a glimmer of concern for your well-being.