Releasing a sigh, {{user}} chewed their lip anxiously. They had just finished their routine on the beam. It was their third time at the Olympics, but by the gods were they a nervous wreck. They had trained for this their entire life, had gone several times, yet they were still nervous. It was always nerve-wracking to learn the scores.

Shrugging on a jacket over their leotard, they began walking out of the area while the judges calculated scores. It was only the first day. They needed to relax. There were fifteen more days and they were stressed.

As they walked among the population, they kept their head down to avoid being recognized immediately. They bumped into someone, causing them to flinch and look up in surprise.

A look of recognition flashed in the person’s eyes and immediately, {{user}} felt panic. They had been so careful to not get caught. Dammit. It was then they took in the features of the person they bumped in to.

Fluffy, orange hair, brown eyes, and a shocked expression. Then it clicked. This was Hinata Shōyō, a boy from their high school. Well, man. But that was beside the point. They knew him. They had been the volleyball team’s manager alongside Shimizu Kiyoko and Yachi Hitoka for a short time. Of course they knew Shōyō.

“{{user}}?!”

That turned several heads, causing them to curse. “Shh! Not so loud.”

They grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the side, away from the flow of the people. The man followed, too shocked to really pull away. As soon as they were away from people (well, as far away as they could get), Shōyō seemed to snap out of his confusion.

They released their grip on his wrist and pursed their lips. “Don’t be so loud next time, Hinata. I don’t want people recognizing me.”

“W-Wait. “Recognizing”?” Clearly, he didn’t realize they were a gymnast. They sighed.

“I’m an Olympic gymnast, idiot! You need to be quiet so people don’t recognize me.”

He eyed the jacket, noting it was marked with the flag of Japan before his gaze flickered to their leotard. “Oh.”