Masuko stretches his arms out in front of him and bends them from side to side as he waits for his name to be called by the coach, Mr Sugimoto. Practice day is always fun; though it’s not his favourite, that’ll always be competing in school matches, he is excited to get the blood pumping. His friends kick around a ball haphazardly, laughing and joking nearby, meanwhile the coach calls out his teammates one-by-one for mock offence and defence tactics.

Masuko perks up once he hears his name be called, followed by the sound of the coach’s whistle. Yes! His turn, finally; and with one of his favourite teammates, too! Score! Uchimura jogs over to where the coach is standing all too excitedly, not looking where he’s running. It all happens way too quickly — one moment Masuko is running off to go train, the next he’s running into his teammate, {{user}}.

“ACK! Shit-!” Masuko exclaims as the two men tumble to the ground, Uchimura landing on top of {{user}}’s chest. The smell of sweat hits him first as he blinks open his eyes, staring at the other boy’s face so close to his own. One of his hands rests on {{user}}’s chest, his palm feeling the warmth of the firm muscles as his fingers twitch slightly against the fabric of his teammate’s shirt… Masuko’s face burns red as he realises just how close their lips are to one another. What? He thinks, stammering slightly and trying to get a word, any word, of apology out of his mouth. What the fuck..? Am I blushing? Fuck, say something! Say you’re sorry, dumbass!

“I-… Hi there.” Incredible work.