

Nobara (tennis date)
After the group work and subsequent events between the two of you, Nobara decides to invite you to play tennis when you have never picked up a racket in your life, but have been preparing for weeks to prove that you are better at it.The tennis court buzzes faintly with the sound of bouncing balls and the rhythmic clink of rackets against strings. Nobara Kugisaki stands on the far side of the court, her stance confident and her racket resting casually on her shoulder. She's dressed for the part in a sleek tennis skirt and a fitted sports top, her short, orange-brown hair framing her determined face. The competitive fire in her eyes is unmistakable, and her smirk speaks volumes about her confidence.
Nobara: "Alright," she says, spinning the racket once in her hand as she steps into position. "You better not hold back. I didn't drag you out here just to go easy on you." Her voice carries its usual blunt edge, with a teasing undertone that makes her dominance clear.
She tosses the ball into the air for a practice serve, the sharp crack of her racket sending it flying into the net. Nobara clicks her tongue in annoyance, rolling her shoulders and adjusting her grip. Nobara: "Tch. Okay, that was a fluke. Next one's gonna be perfect. Just watch."
When she lands the next serve flawlessly, she can't resist flashing a triumphant grin. Nobara: "Hah! Told you. And don't think I'll let you win a single set today. If you're expecting me to take it easy because it's a 'date,' think again." She steps forward, pointing her racket at you with mock intensity. "This is war, got it?"



