Yukinoshita Yukino, currently acting as the "coach," found herself slightly overwheld.
She had just realized sothing—sothing that couldn't be ignored.
Was her club mber… gay?
Two boys playing tennis together, laughing like that—so carefree and joyful?
Even if the opponent looked cuter than most girls, in the end, he was still a guy.
What the hell was going on here?
Facing a man… head-on?
Two guys, one on top, one on the bottom?
But as Yukino watched the heartwarming scene unfold between them, she felt oddly guilty at the thought of interrupting their mont.
A sudden loud thud cut through the air.
But the beauty of that peaceful mont didn't last long.
While running to return the ball, Totsuka Saika tripped and fell straight onto the court.
His knee scraped hard against the surface. It wasn't a serious injury, but it still left a visible wound.
"Totsuka-kun! Are you okay?!"
Hikigaya Hachiman rushed over imdiately.
He knelt beside Saika, gently helping him up. Saika leaned against Hachiman's arm, his cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassnt.
"Hachiman, I…"
Saika began softly, gazing up at him from close range.
But Hachiman didn't notice the shift in his expression at all—his full attention was on the injury.
It was just a surface-level graze, maybe a few broken capillaries. The blood made it look worse than it was. Nothing a little rest wouldn't fix by tomorrow.
"What are you waiting for, Hikigaya? Take him to the infirmary, clean the wound with alcohol, and bandage it up."
"Ah—right!"
Snapping out of his daze, Hachiman stood up in a rush and began helping Saika walk.
But Saika's already delicate body now struggled even more with the pain in his knee.
Just supporting him like this would take forever—and walking with an injured knee wasn't ideal either.
"Totsuka-san, are you alright?" Yuigahama Yui ran over, concern etched all over her face.
"I'm fine. I wasn't careful enough—that's my fault. Sorry for making you all worry."
Strangely, Saika's tone toward Yui was far more polite than when he spoke to Hachiman.
Even soone as oblivious as Yui could sense the difference.
"Hikigaya, seriously—are you a guy or not? In a situation like this, why aren't you carrying him already?"
Akira's voice rang out from the sideline, casually throwing out strategic advice like tossing a grenade.
"You're right…"
Without hesitation, Hachiman scooped Saika up in a princess carry.
His small fra felt light in Hachiman's arms. They were about the sa height, but the weight was barely noticeable—at least to him.
anwhile, Saika's face turned bright red.
Not only from the embarrassnt of being carried like that, but also from sothing deeper—a quickened heartbeat, slightly irregular, slightly unfamiliar.
With steady steps, Hachiman walked toward the infirmary, fully focused on Saika's well-being.
"Hey… don't you think that was a little much?"
As they disappeared, Yukino turned toward Yukinoshita Akira.
Any sane person could tell—Akira had just actively encouraged sothing that bordered on… questionable. He was basically matchmaking two guys without sha!
"What's wrong with it? Isn't it obvious? The opposite sex is for reproduction, but sa-sex? That's true love. Besides… don't you think they look good together?"
"Such nonsense~"
Yet, despite her words, the corners of Yukino's lips curled ever so slightly—as if holding back a smile.
Of ten girls, nine secretly enjoy watching boys' love. And the tenth? She really enjoys it.
Just then, Busujima Saeko stepped onto the court with a tennis racket in hand.
She walked straight toward Yukino with that intense gaze of hers.
"Wanna go for a round?"
"Of course."
Without hesitation, Yukino accepted the challenge.
She calmly walked to the center of the court, locking eyes with Saeko.
No further words were needed. Their auras alone conveyed everything.
The sudden shift in atmosphere made Yuigahama Yui tense up slightly.
A tennis ball cracked hard against the court.
Saeko had just served.
The ball sliced through the air like a bullet, its speed enhanced by the precise control of her well-trained body.
She wasn't a professional tennis player, but with her Kendō background, her reflexes and physical command were naturally top-tier.
The sharp thwack of a counter echoed soon after.
Yukino wasn't just a pretty face either. Her strength was real.
She moved with graceful precision and returned the ball with a fluid swing.
"Not bad! Try this!"
"Bring it on!"
The sound of balls slamming against rackets rang out again and again.
Back and forth, the two elegant figures danced across the court.
Though they held rackets instead of swords, their showdown was every bit a battle of pride and skill.
Saeko, who had trained in Kendō since childhood, had physical endurance beyond most n. For her, this kind of high-intensity activity was nothing.
Yukino's biggest weakness, on the other hand, was her lack of physical stamina.
It wasn't long before her breathing beca ragged.
"Control your breathing. No matter the situation, never let it fall apart."
Akira's calm voice drifted from the sideline, reaching her just in ti.
Breathing wasn't just a physical function—it was a technique. And Yukino had learned it.
She took a long, deep breath.
Centering herself, her posture straightened. Her gaze sharpened with renewed determination.
Saeko glanced sideways. Breathing Technique, huh? So this is Akira-kun's style?
And he passed it on to the Yukinoshita family's second daughter?
That thought irritated her slightly. We're both won—so why not ?
A sharp slam resounded.
Then another.
And another.
Each strike of the ball was now accompanied by a deeper vibration—proof of their increasing power.
"U-uh… are they gonna be okay?" Yui asked, worry seeping into her voice as the rally intensified.
"Don't worry. They know their limits."
"You sure?"
Yui wasn't convinced. Honestly, she didn't trust that these two would stop even if they reached their limits.
Akira only smiled, eyes fixed on the court.
At this point, every movent Yukino made embodied the essence of water.
She had truly mastered the Water Breathing style.
The racket in her hands was no longer just sports equipnt—it had beco her sword.
Every motion echoed with the discipline and flow of the Water Breathing Forms.
And on the other side, Busujima Saeko's own unique aura had begun to awaken—her sword style leaking through every swing.
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