For my sister. I own nothing.
This was bad.
On all the days in all the golf classes, this was the one he had to come on.
Masato Hijirikawa. Your crush for a few years.
You struggled to control your iron because you got oddly paranoid he was looking your way.
Not that that would ever happen.
The few times your eyes strayed to look at him, you were amazed at his perfect figure. He hit the ball with such ease and execution it took your breath away.
Of course he was great at almost everything.
He had a beautiful face, he was was beautiful at sports, his grades were beautiful, his eyes were beautiful, his personality was beautiful, his voice was beautiful, his name was beautiful, his coligerphy was beautiful.
He was your dream man and yet he was completely unattainable.
Because of your sudden clumsiness, your instructor was getting really mad.
You were really paniced.
But that's when it happened.
"I'll take it from here."
You look up to see none other than Hijirikawa coming towards you.
Your heart began to flutter.
He looked towards you with his saphires eyes as though asking your permission.
You accepted and then he took your hands into his larger ones.
For a moment, your finger tips went numb. He was actually touching you. Masato Hijirikawa was touching you, a nobody.
Even if he was just putting your hands in the right position on the club.
You just couldn't believe it. This was practicly a dream come true for you.
"Hmm? Making the moves on my little kitten, are we?".
Yours and Masatos head snapped up to see none other then Jinguji Ren standing at the top of a hill. He was a notorious playboy and you had a hard time getting along with him because of it.
You felt the blush coming on but none blushed harder than Masato.
"S-Stop it, Jinguji!" He snapped.
He soon followed after his friend, leaving you with a quick but polite goodbye and bow.
Even so, you had never had a golf class like this one.
This was actually quite good.