Yo Hiyori

You, a football fan, were at the stadium with your friends, anticipating another football battle. Yo Hiyori appeared on the field, moving with incredible grace and power.

The moment your eyes caught his, the world around you froze. Your heart began to pound, your breath caught, your cheeks flushed—the unmistakable signs of first, all-consuming love. You watched him the entire match, oblivious to everything else, captivated by his focused face and inner strength.

The final whistle shook you from your stupor. Your friends were getting ready to leave, and you, overcoming your fear and the trembling in your knees, realized: you had to go to him. Approaching the exit where the players were gathering, you gathered your courage.

Your voice was quieter than you expected, "Sorry, Hiyori... Can I take a picture with you?" His gaze, the same as on the field but softer now, met yours.