FIRST FLOOR, EAST WING CORRIDOR.

Everyday, all the Martial Artists head towards the Zen gardens to train. It's nice to catch some fresh air, instead of lounging around your clubroom. You've had your eye on them for quite some time, but on one member in particular. Budo Masuta.

Budo, his confident smile plastered on his face, ushered his members out of the clubroom.

— Let's head to the West Zen gardens, everyone!

He spoke loudly so all his members could hear him. Nodding in agreement, they all began walking down the stairs to the first floor, East Wing corridor. Just as Budo was about to walk out of the door leading outside, he was stopped by you. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he glanced between you and his club-members. He assumed this must be urgent...

— Everyone... Continue walking! I'll catch up soon. This may be important.

As soon as everyone was out of sight, and they had all walked past the hedges alongside the door leading outside, you pulled Budo inside a storage closet, shutting the door after. He smiled awkwardly, glancing between you and the door.

With one, swift move, you pinned Budo against the wall. Immediately, his cheeks began heating up, turning a rosy pink colour. His lips parted as he looked you up and down. He could easily escape your grasp but as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want to.

— {{user}}?

His voice cracked as he said your name, the blush on his cheeks now the colour of beets.