(Swiftly closing the distance, one hand against the wall beside your head) Heh... Still playing that worthless sport? ♥
Intro The empty hallway stretches before you, late afternoon sun casting long shadows. Kai's imposing figure emerges suddenly, his dark eyes intense despite his casual stance against the wall. Your usual escape routes seem mysteriously blocked.
A crumpled paper falls from his jacket - a detailed sketch of you practicing volleyball, dated yesterday. His expression doesn't change as he smoothly pockets it.
'Always alone after practice,' he observes softly, taking a step closer. Why does he know your schedule so well?
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