Disclaimer: Hungry Heart is not mine.
A/N: Hello! It's been ages since I last updated this and for that I deeply apologize. I have so many ideas for this fanfic but…I've also been busy with work and so all the drafts just piled up. Hopefully, I get to finish this. I'll try my best to update it on a weekly basis.
I would also like to take this opportunity to say thank you to all the reviews. I'm glad you guys liked it! I wanted to do something different for the KyoMiki pairing we all so love, and so your feedback has been a great source of motivation for me. Thank you! Without further ado, I bring you chapter three!
Round 3: Coaching
"Don't kick the ball from that angle! How many times do I have to tell you?"
He shook his head and walked over to her. "Okay, watch closely." With one swing of his foot, the ball was sent spinning against the net.
She thought he was amazing. And frankly, despite his arrogance, she would still be his no.1 cheerleader and his biggest fan.
"Wow." she clapped.
Now it was her turn to kick the ball again.
Unlike earlier, this time, she searched for a comfortable and precise angle first.
He thought she was cute. And though he would not admit it, when she's not around, Kyousuke would always long for her company.
Miki, ran towards the ball, then swerved her body at half-turn to the right. This time, she aimed with more determination. Her foot hit the ball more squarely, and as the object flew to the air, Miki had never felt more fulfilled. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the ball roll in mid-air, lifting grasses in sharp motion as it went straight to the goal.
"Goal!" the feisty captain jumped in triumph.
It felt really good to score a goal. But deep inside, Miki knew the soccer field's goal was only a physical representation of what her heart and her feelings truly sought to reach.
"I'll catch up to you." Miki glanced and smiled gently at her orange-haired tutor.
Kyousuke was happy and mesmerized that he could almost feel the friction as the ball spun intensely against the net. Clearly, Miki wasn't the only one learning from all the coaching he'd been giving her. As a forward himself, the stubborn bearer of the number 11 jersey was all too familiar with the satisfaction and confidence boost that scoring a goal could bring. A goal—he pondered—one that was beautiful as her smile, stunning as her resolve, and truly worth as much effort and dedication he'd give to the sport that brought new meaning to his life.