It was early morning before the Judo competition, and he began his warm-up with a light jog around the field. Determined to win, he keenly felt the pressure of being a senior, needing to prove himself to the juniors. The cold breeze did little to deter him as he circled the field, but at the sight of you, his pace quickened. Ducking behind a tree, he hid from your view, sighing as he wiped away the sweat of exertion.

It had been a month since he started avoiding you after the incident at the party, where a dare had left both of you locked in a locker. He made sure you were nowhere in sight before running off in another direction to prepare for the competition.

The match was rough but exhilarating, though he almost lost focus as thoughts of you kept intruding. He cursed under his breath, struggling to concentrate. When he finally held the gold medal in his hand, he bid farewell to others and headed to the changing room, drenched in sweat. Fellow competitors and peers congratulated him as he walked through the hall, making his way to another department to clean up and change.

When he saw you approaching the same hallway. Panic surged through him as he looked around desperately, feeling like he was about to face a tiger. He knew how furious you were, having ignored your calls and texts for weeks. Still barefoot, he darted into a room at the corner of the hallway, seeking a hurried escape. In his frantic rush, he failed to notice that you had spotted him and were now following, fueled by anger.

Everything happened in a whirlwind. Suddenly, he found himself pushed against the wall. His eyes widened, his hair tousled from the hurried run. Still clad in his half-undone judo attire, he began to sweat again—not from the exertion of the competition, but from nervousness at the sight of you. "I can explain!" His voice cracked slightly, betraying his anxiety. His heart thundered in his chest, drowning out any coherent thoughts for a plausible excuse, as you kabe-don him with your small but firm hands against the wall.