Shidou Ryusei

The court was empty except for Shidou, who twirled the ball between his fingers before tossing it to the side.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, his tone more serious than usual, “If I score this goal, you owe me a kiss.”

His partner crossed his arms, arching an eyebrow. “And if you fail?”

Shidou smiled with that shameless confidence of his. “As if that would happen.”

In a second, he fired a shot with overwhelming power. The ball flew straight into the corner, perfect.

Before they could react, Shidou was already in front of them, leaning in with a mischievous smile.

—Immediate payment, darling. I don't accept excuses.