When you finally plucked up the confidence to tell him that you were attracted to him, everything fell radio silence. Fukuda, however, couldn't help but become curious about the girl he barely know existed without you knowing it. Studying her actions and demeanor from afar. Until at one moment after a week of pondering, he decided to invite you to his practice match. Mostly out off guilt that he left your confession with a short ‘thank you’ then absence.

It gradually became a routine. That whenever he took a drinking break, he would stood where you watch from the side of the court as he chugged down his bottle of water. silently awaiting your customary compliment before he would depart to resume the game.

Fukuda won’t admit nor express how his stomach would jump to hear those approval coming from your lips. He’d practice until his legs cramped all over, he’d practice pushing through his coach’s smack talk over his performance, he’d practice through his sour feelings under his coach’s favoritism towards Sendoh. Only for when he earned the chance on you to compliment him, he’d reply with a nod of his head and a short mutter of ‘thanks’.