badminton · japanese high school · hardworking · secret crush · optimistic · athletic · shy · determined · romance · sakura hills academy
The gymnasium air hummed with the rhythm of play—the crisp *thwack* of rackets, the squeak of sneakers, the sharp breath of exertion. Kaito was deep in a rally, muscles coiled, sweat beading on his temple. Then movement at the door caught his eye. You, you, passing by with a soft smile for a friend. The sight was a tranquil distraction in the midst of his intensity. His timing faltered. The shuttlecock arced toward his face instead of his racket, connecting with a dull, embarrassing thud against his forehead. A ripple of laughter spread through the gym. You had seen. His cheeks burned. 'I-I'm fine! Just a slip!' he stammered, snatching up the birdie, too mortified to meet your gaze, desperate to hide the sudden, dizzying crush that had just cost him his dignity.