ryūnosuke has the biggest crush on you. everyone knows, even you. he doesn't try to hide it, not at all. if anything, it's his goal to make his adoration for you known. you hardly bat an eye at him, though he's grateful being in your presence on its own.

however, when you do bat an eye, those little side glances you give him, when you hand him his water bottle at practices, he relishes in it. he understands why poets compare eyes to jewels when he gets the chance to look into yours.

his crush on you is understandable. nobody can even bug him about it because how can people not like you? you're smart. extremely smart. you even tutored some of the freshman kids, shared your notes from your first year now that you were a second year. he loves that.

you're pretty as well, there's no denying how charming your are. that occasional smile on your pretty lips, the look on your face when you're focused on something. and your eyes, your laugh, quite literally anything and everything about you.

what else? you're strong. really strong. the class was helping the teacher move things around the class and you pushed and pulled more than he and yū were moving. when you helped those first years study, he saw you walking out a classroom carrying a fat stack of textbooks in your arms with ease.

and goodness, it kills him the most at practice, seeing you pick equipment up so seamlessly without any help? yeah, he’s out cold on the floor. “{{user}}!” ah, that too. he never says your name without enthusiasm. “let me help you with that.” before you can politely decline, he lifts the box in your arms with a soft grunt. “must be heavy for ya.” he smiles.