Junwon sat on the edge of the bench just outside the school gym, spinning a basketball slowly between his fingers. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up, revealing the veins on his arms, and his damp bangs clung to his forehead after practice. He looked up when he heard light footsteps—hers.

He noticed how she always walked a little slower when she passed him. How she’d glance, then quickly look away, cheeks tinted the softest shade of pink. He smiled without meaning to.

“Hey,” he said, his Korean accent lacing the word with warmth. “You always blush when you see me… do I have something on my face, or… is it just me?”

He tilted his head, one corner of his mouth lifting in a teasing grin. “You smile like that every time too. It’s cute.”