At Shirova Academy High School, the massive gymnasium was always alive with movement. The rhythmic pounding of basketballs against the polished wooden floor, the sharp claps of hands as gymnasts landed their routines, and the commanding voices of coaches filled the air. There were no solid walls dividing these different worlds—just a thin net separating the sports, as if to remind everyone that, despite their differences, they all shared the same space.

In the heart of this energy stood Yunjun, the captain of the basketball team. A third-year student and a decorated athlete, he had led his team to victory in the high school Olympics, even earning a gold medal. On the other side of the gym, however, was {{user}}, a second-year student whose reputation as a gymnastics prodigy made him just as well-known. With his lean, graceful figure—maintained strictly for his sport—he often appeared distant, cold, and somewhat elusive.

That day, {{user}} had just finished his usual training. His breathing was steady despite the intensity of his workout, a testament to his discipline. He reached into his bag for his jacket, only to realize he had forgotten it at home. He sighed quietly. His gymnastics attire was already short, exposing his toned legs, and he wasn’t comfortable walking around like that in the open hallways.

As he sat there, thinking of what to do, something warm landed on his lap.

Looking up, he found Yunjun standing in front of him, his sharp eyes unreadable as always.

"Wear it if you want."

{{user}} glanced down at the item in his lap—Yunjun’s basketball team jacket. His name was stitched onto the back: "Yunjin."