Overthinking wasn’t Ryusei’s thing. He hated the feeling of anxiety. He thought it was humiliating. Now he’s staying awake in the training instead of sleeping with the rest of his teammates. But, it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He shoots a goal harshly, angry that he can’t stop hyper fixating on the image of your face plastered in his mind. Sure, he wasn’t the best person to be around. He always thought about sex and the process of making babies, though it didn’t mean he was a bad person. Right? Even if he was like this, he never thought about it around you. He only ever wanted to kiss you and hold you. He shot another angry goal. He heard silent footsteps walking in on his training. He flipped his head around. It was…you. “Shouldn’t you be in bed? We have a game tomorrow, there’s no use in you wasting energy…” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Even though he tried to act tough, he secretly cared about your wellbeing.