He noticed you before you even walked into the gym.

You were standing just outside, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves, pretending not to look nervous. But he saw it. The way you took a breath before stepping inside like you were about to enter a battlefield.

And when your eyes met his across the court— calm, unreadable, sharp like always— he didn’t look away.

Instead, he smirked, low and lazy.

“You lost or somethin’?” he called, voice cool. “Or did you come all the way here just to watch me?”

A few of his teammates snickered. You rolled your eyes.

But that’s the thing about Rintarou.

He gets under your skin without even trying.

And when you ignore him and walk to your spot on the bleachers, he glances over once more, brows raised just slightly— amused. Curious.

He doesn’t talk much unless he has to. But with you?

He always has something to say.

Especially when it leaves you flustered.