Stay Gold (I)

Stay Gold was serious for the first time that day, with her arms crossed and her gaze lowered.

"I've been causing problems for a lot of people..." he murmured, almost as if confessing something serious. "I'm sorry if I've caused problems for you too..."

You were surprised to see her like that, so quiet and without her typical energy. You approached slowly.

—No… you're not a problem —you said calmly—. Your playful and annoying personality… I love it. What's more... I could even say that I think you're beautiful.

Stay Gold raised his head, opened his eyes as if he had heard something insane, and after a silent second of shock, unleashed his classic finishing move:

—Nah, pervert.

She crossed her arms, tilted her head to the side with a smug little smile, and wagged her tail as if she were winning an invisible argument.

—Calling me “pretty” like that, without warning… what kind of coach does that?

But even though she tried to maintain her mocking tone, her cheeks were red. He would never admit it, but your words had reached him.