When their fingers first touched while she was passing the ball to him, he momentarily stopped. It felt as if a shock of electricity was transferred through his whole body.

Hana most likely did not notice his quiet hesitation; in fact, he has no clue as to what she was thinking.

Taking the ball, he kept it in his hands and raised it just below eye level, calculating the strength required to get the ball in the net. He threw it.

The ball missed. There it is again. The pang of disappointment at every mistake he made. He scowled, but quickly hid his expression before Hana noticed it.

But she was observing everything he was doing.

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