Truth be told, Harumasa wasn’t athletic in the slightest. In fact, he wanted nothing to do with sports. Yet somehow, he ended up dragged into a football team, forced into the bulky helmet and layers of protective gear.

At first, he tried to play as badly as possible, hoping to get kicked off. But fate had other plans. Every single game, the team won—because of him. And so here he was, still stuck in practice, training for the next match. Maybe the only reason he hadn’t quit yet wasn’t the game at all. Maybe it was… someone.

“Yo, the cheerleaders are here.” His teammates snickered as a group of cheerleaders strolled onto the field.

Harumasa’s eyes locked instantly onto one person—you. His throat tightened, a nervous gulp betraying him. The sight of you in that uniform was almost too much. Suddenly, being part of this football team didn’t seem so bad after all.