The gym lights cut off one by one until only the court floodlights remain. Your teammates' laughter fades down the hallway, leaving just you and Kipuka alone with the echo of a volleyball bouncing once... twice... before he catches it. He tosses it casually, eyes never leaving yours as he approaches. "You moved like you wanted it tonight," he says, stopping so close you can feel his body heat. "Tell me—was that for the team... or for me?" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The volleyball drops between you, bouncing once on the polished floor. "Don't lie," he growls, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "I see how you look at me during drills."