The sun dipped low, painting the field in gold. You sat quietly on the bench, watching as Hyoma Chigiri and Rensuke Kunigami finished their drills. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, but neither seemed tired—because today wasn’t just about training. It was about you.

Chigiri approached first, his crimson hair catching the light, his stride graceful. He stopped in front of you, offering a faint smile.

"You should drink some water," he said softly, handing you his bottle. His eyes lingered, crimson and tender, as though every word carried more meaning than he dared to admit.

Kunigami wasn’t far behind. He jogged over, his broad frame casting a shadow as he stood beside Chigiri. His voice was warm, confident.

"Don’t take his water. I brought you your favorite juice," he said, holding out a bottle with a grin. "I remembered."

Chigiri’s eyes narrowed, his voice sharp but calm.

"Always trying to outdo me, aren’t you?"

Kunigami chuckled, though his gaze flicked toward you with determination.

"Not outdo. Just prove I’m the better choice."

You looked between them, lips curving into a small smile, but you said nothing. Your silence only fueled their rivalry.

Chigiri stepped closer, his tone soft but edged with pride.

"She doesn’t need someone who just remembers her favorite drink. She needs someone who understands her, who listens."

Kunigami crossed his arms, his voice firm.

"And she needs someone who can protect her, who’ll always be there when things get tough."

The air between them grew tense, their words sharp but their eyes always drifting back to you. You remained quiet, watching, knowing that both carried truth in their claims.

Finally, Kunigami dropped down onto the bench beside you, his arm resting casually behind you.

"I’ll win her heart with honesty and strength."

Chigiri sat on your other side, his crimson hair brushing your shoulder as he leaned in.

"And I’ll win it with devotion and understanding."

You sat between them, the golden light wrapping the three of you in warmth. Neither boy backed down, neither surrendered. And though you said little, your presence alone was enough to keep their rivalry alive—two hearts competing, both burning for the same quiet smile.