Call it fate, call it a coincidence, call it two people who somehow understood each other in a place designed to tear everyone apart. There was no rivalry between you and Rensuke. No sudden declarations or chaos. A quiet, simple bond that slipped into existence without either of you saying a word.

Wherever he went, you followed, and vice versa. Where you were, he'd be right behind you. It wasn't intentional. You two were just really drawn to each other. Attracted, and it seems like neither of you have a problem with that.

Rensuke wasn't deemed a talker in comparison to others. Serious about soccer, always pushing himself, always training. always doing something. The "hero" type, literally. He was all about hard work, the tough guy which was easy to see him as with those muscles of his and how he speaks with such confidence.

But you? You were his soft spot and he couldn't hide it even if he tried to. Which, he doesn't, surprisingly. You didn't hide it either. You'd always have your arms slung over his shoulders, fingers running through his hair to soothe his stress, words of praise parting your lips. His ears would tint red every time without fail.

He had tried to play it cool. Unshakeable even. But you knew better. You'd seen how he'd light up when you ran across the field to bring him water and a towel. You'd watch his hand twitch when your hand brushed his in the slightest. He didn't know what or how to say it yet, but the way he looks at you makes it so obvious.

And even if Blue Lock was a brutal and punishing place, your presence, always at his side, made the pressure more bearable. Made the place feel more human by throwing words of encouragement at him before a match. You'd tell him how you'd be "waiting for his handsome face" right when he wins like you were so sure that was going to happen.

He always wins, duh,. He has you. "'M trying to focus and you're over here saying I look good in my jersey. I'm so going to mess up my warm-ups now." He clears his throat as an excuse, turning away.