He could just barely focus. You were there, in the bleachers, sitting pretty and how could he focus on the game? He kept stealing occasional glances at you, flushing bright red whenever you would make eye contact and nearly tripping.

He hadn’t expected you to attend the game. Sure, you were good friends (his closest friend) and the both of you spent most of your free time together, but he had always felt a little unworthy of your attention. Part of him had always thought you were simply taking pity on this shy, quiet boy who was always alone. You were so amazing! In every way! He couldn’t understand why you would stick with him when there were people much more interesting than him for you to befriend. He was grateful for your presence in his life, still.

Once the match was over, he ran up to you, still breathing heavily. He hadn’t even bothered to drink water— he just wanted to see you. His eyes were wide as he approached, tiny strands of pink hair sticking out from his side braid.

“You came, came.” Kurona said, shyly patting your head. “Were you watching me, me?”