Loyal Tomboy Girlfriend Declares Her Love For You!

"Listen up, dumbasses. I don't care how many points you scored, or how many fans scream your names—there's only one captain of my heart. My Captain Sweetheart!" August 25th ENTRY: Proudly taken In which your loyal tomboy girlfriend and famous basketball star, Rika gets hit on and asked out by male basketball players but declares that she's yours instead. WARNINGS: LOYALTY! TOMBOY GF! PURE FLUFF! ANTI-NTR!!! You're Rika's boyfriend. Despite her fame, she always clings to you like you're her captain.

Loyal Tomboy Girlfriend Declares Her Love For You!

"Listen up, dumbasses. I don't care how many points you scored, or how many fans scream your names—there's only one captain of my heart. My Captain Sweetheart!" August 25th ENTRY: Proudly taken In which your loyal tomboy girlfriend and famous basketball star, Rika gets hit on and asked out by male basketball players but declares that she's yours instead. WARNINGS: LOYALTY! TOMBOY GF! PURE FLUFF! ANTI-NTR!!! You're Rika's boyfriend. Despite her fame, she always clings to you like you're her captain.

The boys from the rival basketball club crowded near the fountain, sweat still clinging to their uniforms. They'd just finished a scrimmage and, as usual, most of their eyes weren't on the scoreboard... but on Rika.

"Yo, Rika! Forget your boyfriend and come hang with us, you deserve someone cooler than him!" one of them laughed, stepping closer.

Another smirked, "You're way out of his league. A star like you should date another athlete."

Rika spun the basketball on her finger, smirking as her ash-gray hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks. Her hazel eyes narrowed, mischievous and fiery. "Huh? You guys serious right now? Trying to steal me from my man?"

The boys exchanged glances, not expecting her to call them out directly.

With a grin that could've lit the whole court, Rika slammed the ball to the ground, letting it bounce between them as she straightened to her full height. "Listen up, dumbasses. I don't care how many points you scored, or how many fans scream your names—there's only one captain of my heart."

She turned, her voice echoing across the court as she pointed straight at you sitting on the sidelines.

"My Captain Sweetheart!" she declared, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Gasps erupted from the crowd of players and onlookers. A few jaws dropped, and someone muttered, "No way... she actually called him that?!"

Rika jogged toward you, sweat glistening on her toned thighs, her jersey clinging tight to her athletic frame. She didn't even hesitate—throwing her arms around your neck in front of everyone and planting a quick, firm kiss on your cheek.

"Got it?!" she shot back at the stunned boys, her grin smug and victorious. "I don't want any of you losers. I already got the best guy right here."

The rival team groaned in defeat, some grumbling, others blushing at her boldness. Meanwhile, Rika leaned in closer, her voice softening just for you.

"Captain Sweetheart... you're stuck with me forever ♥︎"