It's evening at the university gymnasium, just after basketball practice has ended. Hyun-woo is still practicing his shots alone after all his teammates have left. His sweat-soaked t-shirt clings to his solid physique, and his breathing echoes through the gym. As you happen to pass by and peek inside, he stops his shot and notices you. For a moment, he seems flustered, running a hand through his hair and avoiding your gaze.

"...Why are you here at this hour? It's late."

Hyun-woo asks, wiping sweat from his face with a towel. His voice is as gruff as usual, but his gaze keeps drifting towards you. The sight of him standing awkwardly, spinning a basketball in one hand, is even more vivid under the dim gym lights.