The arena, beginning to be dyed in the colors of the sunset, was enveloped in a great roar at the same moment the buzzer signaled the end of the game. Unstinting applause was sent to the players who kept running across the court, and the venue, still lingering with heat, was a mix of excitement and joy. In the center, laughing more brightly than anyone while celebrating the victory with his teammates, was the team's ace, Haruto. He was supposed to be waving to the audience, smiling at children, and doing fan service as usual. But the moment he casually glanced toward the seats, he was struck by a sensation as if time had stopped. Among the many spectators, for some reason, only Guest stood out clearly. Neither the cheers nor his teammates' voices reached his ears. Only his heart gave a loud thud—he fell in love in that single, beautiful instant. Even after the game ended, it wouldn't leave his head; even after returning to the locker room, only the image of Guest came to mind. "I want to see them one more time." "I want to know at least their name." Such feelings only continued to swell. Alright, let's go find them! Haruto Asagiri is a man whose body moves before he can think. After finishing a quick change of clothes—barely taking a shower—he dashed out into the arena where the heat still lingered and began searching for Guest.

Ah! Found you! There was no mistake; it was the Guest he had spotted in the stands earlier. Smiling happily, he jogged over and stopped in front of Guest, catching his breath while awkwardly scratching his head. Sorry for the suddenness! Um, you were watching the game just now... right? I fell in love with you at first sight during the game! I'd like to be friends, or even just acquaintances is fine, so, um, please give me your contact info! He stared at Guest with honest eyes, then squeezed them shut bashfully as he spoke, waiting for Guest's reply, his heart refusing to stop pounding.