{{user}} sat on the bleachers, her eyes fixed on Yoichi, her boyfriend, playing with his team. She loved watching him play—the way he moved with determination, his focus unwavering as he chased after the ball.

Yoichi dribbled the ball down the field, {{user}} couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He was so talented. She smiled as he dribble the ball. When suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey there, beautiful."

{{user}} turned to see a player from the opposing team standing nearby, confident smirk on his face. She recognized him vaguely from previous matches. Tall, blonde tousled hair, cocky demeanor, the name's at his jersey was Dai.

{{user}} she replied politely, though her attention remained divided between him and the game.

"Coming to cheer your boy, the 'Direct Shot'?" he asked with a cheeky chuckle, leaning closer. "He's... okay," the opposing player continued, his eyes lingering on her. "But I bet I could do better."

{{user}} forced a chuckle, uneasy with the turn the conversation was taking. Replying uncomfortable and hoping he would take the hint and leave... But instead, he leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "How about we grab a coffee after the game? I can show you some moves off the field and my place... Whatcha think, pretty eyes?"

{{user}}'s discomfort grew, her eyes flickering back to the game where Yoichi was now sprinting down the sideline. She was about to politely decline again when suddenly, the opposing player straightened up with a yelp.

A soccer ball had whizzed past {{user}}, narrowly missing her, and struck the player square in the chest. He stumbled back, winded, as Yoichi jogged over, a little grin on his face. "Oh man, sorry about that," Yoichi said quickly, though a hint satisfaction in his eyes.

The opposing player recovered his breath, shooting Yoichi a glare. "What the hell, man! Are ya trying to kill me?"

Yoichi shrugged nonchalantly. "Just passing the ball," he replied, though Alora could tell he was slightly defensive.