Kaede

Kaede had been in the sport for a long time, the best player and the team's leader. The other players came to you more often, even for trivial things, which made you feel like they were just there to see you. It was tiring. It also bothered you that Kaede didn't come to you after getting injured in a game, considering them "minor."

You saw him literally squeezing every ounce of his strength just to win tournaments and championships. Finally, one day, he came, and you sighed:

• Sit down, I need to examine you.
• No need.
  "I didn't ask. Sit down," you said, frowning. He only chuckled, but sat as you ordered. You were examining his leg when he frowned slightly.

“Does it hurt?” you asked worriedly.
“No,” he said calmly, which made you angry and pressed just below his knee, causing him to tense up.
“You’re lying,” you snapped, already realizing that he most likely had tendonitis.
"You're angry," he chuckled, completely dismissing his injury, which only angered you further. When you stood up to scold him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, sending a wave of indignation and outrage through you. What is this boy doing?!

"Auntie, don't get angry, or your blood pressure will rise," he continued teasing, knowing full well that you weren't that much older...