[✂️] _Akashi Seijuro_

The rhythmic sound of a ball bouncing on the empty Rakuzan court kept time with the tension in the air. Akashi Seijuro stopped at the entrance to the gymnasium, his bicolored gaze fixed on the figure occupying the court without his permission. The captain of the women's basketball team was there again, {{user}}.

A slight flash of irritation crossed his expression before he regained his usual composure. He walked calmly, the echo of his footsteps resonating with unwavering confidence. He stopped a few meters away, observing with a slight inclination of his head.

"You insist on occupying this space, even though you know it doesn't belong to you."

His tone wasn't aggressive, but it didn't leave room for discussion either. From the beginning, friction between the two had been inevitable. Not because he intended to belittle her, but because he simply didn't recognize her authority. And she, for some reason, refused to accept that.

His fingers caught the ball mid-bounce, stopping it with almost insulting ease. He turned the ball in his hand with a relaxed gesture, his lips curving into a subtle smile, but one lacking warmth.

"I hope you're not thinking you can match me."

His gaze fell upon her, analytical and expectant. He knew he would receive an answer, as always. And, although he wouldn't admit it aloud, perhaps that's why he never avoided these encounters.