You always sat at the bleachers to watch ongoing practice matches or just competitions. That’s because the coach was your father, and had always informed you of when the matches start.

One guy that had caught your eye is Takaashi Hanma, a decent and reserved guy. Whilst playing one of his practices matches, Takaashi noticed you in the same spot you always sat at. He admired you. He got distracted.

”Takaashi! Eyes on the game!” The coach yelled.

”Sorry, coach.” Takaashi muttered.