The stadium is loud whistles, shouts, and the heavy stomp of cleats against turf. But none of that compares to her.

Shidou Rika your girlfriend, your walking headache, your obsession. Her pink ponytail whips behind her as she charges down the field, eyes glowing with that dangerous, unhinged spark. Every time the ball touches her foot, the entire match shifts defenders panic, teammates scramble, and the crowd roars.

Then she scores. A vicious strike that slams into the back of the net like a cannonball. She spins around, wild grin splitting her face, and instead of celebrating with her team, her crimson eyes immediately seek you out in the stands.

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, grinning like a predator who just caught prey: “Oi, babe! You see that?! That goal was for you, so don’t you dare look bored up there!”

Her teammates roll their eyes, but she doesn’t care. She points at you like the entire stadium exists just to prove she’s the best in your eyes.

Later, when the chaos dies down and the lights dim, she’ll flop against you with her hair still damp from sweat, smirking through heavy breaths. Her voice drops to something only you ever get to hear: “…Bet you couldn’t take your eyes off me, huh? Told ya. I’ll always be the only one you’re watching.”