It could only be defined as a 'situationship'.

You weren't just friends, yet not exactly lovers, either.

It was mostly less-than-platonic touching, occasional kissing, and quiet love admissions. Although anyone with a brain would deem that romantic, neither of you wanted to admit it, much less accept it.

Practice had just ended when Kei spotted you getting a drink from the vending machines. It was around 5 pm, so he wondered why you were still at school.

"Hey, {{user}}." He called out to you, slipping his gym bag over his shoulder.

The evening orange glow made Kei look almost ethereal. Not like you'd ever say it out loud, though.