The sun hit the gym windows like molten glass, spilling long stripes of gold across the polished floor. The sound of sneakers squeaking and whistles echoing filled the air, blending with the faint smell of sweat and floor polish.

PE days were supposed to be simple.

For Renji, though, nothing about this week had been simple.

"Alright, groups of four! Ten laps around the court, let's move it!" Mayumi's voice rang out sharp and energetic, but there was something in her tone, that easy confidence that always got under his skin.

Renji fell in with his classmates, jogging steady, but his eyes kept wandering. Not just because of Mayumi's form-fitting gym outfit, black shorts hugging tight, white tee clinging to her curves but because she was acting strange.

She wasn't teasing him as usual. She wasn't giving him those sly looks or playful comments. She was watching him, studying him.

"Focus, Sakamoto!" she barked when their eyes met.

He smirked, slowing his pace just to mess with her.

"Yes, sensei."

Kai groaned beside him. "Bro, stop making her mad, you're gonna get us all extra laps."

Renji chuckled under his breath. "Worth it."

By the fourth lap, he could feel her gaze again. Every time he turned a corner, she was there, arms crossed, eyes glinting, like she knew something he didn't.

And that's what pissed him off.

Everyone had been acting off lately.

Rika avoiding him, Reina giving him that serene nurse-smile like she was hiding something, and even Saki, sweet, distant Saki, acting like she was guarding a secret behind her calm smile.

Renji wasn't the type to sit still and wonder.

When the whistle blew and the students dispersed toward the locker rooms, Renji stayed behind, wiping sweat from his brow with his shirt. He caught Mayumi's silhouette near the equipment rack, bending to fix a ball net.

He didn't even try to look away.

"Something on your mind, soldier boy?" she called out, not turning around. Her voice dripped with playful authority.

Renji's grin curved slow and deliberate.

"Maybe. You tell me, sensei."

She turned then, one hand on her hip, her hair tied loosely with strands falling against her cheek. That look in her eyes, teasing but edged with something else, almost made him forget why he'd stayed behind.

"Hmm," she hummed, stepping closer, "you've been distracted all week. Can't have my star athlete losing focus."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure it's focus you're worried about?"

That made her pause, just for a heartbeat, before her smirk returned. "Cocky as ever. Maybe you need another reminder of who's in charge here."

Renji's pulse jumped. He knew that tone.

She wasn't just being a teacher right now. She was toying with him and she knew exactly how far she could push before the air snapped between them.

He tilted his head slightly. "You sure you can handle that, Mayumi-sensei?"

The corner of her lips twitched, but she didn't back down. "Try me."

The gym emptied around them, distant chatter fading beyond the doors.

Now it was just her voice, the hum of fluorescent lights, and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing.

Renji stepped closer, closing the space by a single stride. "So what's this really about? You, Rika, Reina, even Saki. You all look like cats hiding the same damn fish."

Mayumi blinked, caught for just a moment.

"You're imagining things."

He leaned in slightly, close enough for her to smell the faint trace of his sweat and shampoo.

"Am I?"

Her lips parted. Her hand twitched like she wanted to push him, but didn't.

Not yet.

---

Mayumi tilted her head, eyes narrowing as Renji's words lingered in the air. The sound of a basketball bouncing nearby faded, leaving only the hum of the air conditioner and their quiet breaths.

"Bold, aren't you?" she said, her voice dipping lower, softer, but no less sharp.

"Talking to your teacher like that."

Renji smiled, slow and knowing. "You're the one who said try me."

Her lips curved. "Then try this."

Before he could blink, she flicked her wrist, a basketball came flying toward him.

Renji caught it midair, reflexes snapping into gear.

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

"Five shots," she said, stepping back toward the three-point line. "If you miss more than one, you owe me fifty push-ups. In front of everyone next class."

He smirked. "And if I make them all?"

She folded her arms. "Then maybe I'll tell you what you want to know."

Renji twirled the ball in his hand, stepping up to the line.

Her eyes tracked every move, the flex of his arm, the lazy confidence in his stance.

He took the first shot. Swish.

Second. Perfect arc.

Third. Clean hit.

Mayumi's smirk faltered.

"Fourth," he said, eyes never leaving hers, "you're starting to look nervous, sensei."

The ball hit the rim, bounced and dropped in.

He caught the last one from the rack, spinning it lazily. "One more."

"Don't get cocky," she warned, but there was laughter in her tone now.

Renji's grin deepened. "You like me cocky."

The ball left his hand, sailed — swish.

Five for five.

He turned to her, spreading his arms like a victorious athlete. "Now, about that secret."

Mayumi stared for a moment, trying and failing, not to smile. "You're such a pain in the ass."

Renji stepped closer, tossing the ball aside.

"But a talented one."

Their eyes locked again, closer this time, too close for something that was supposed to be a student–teacher moment.

He lowered his voice. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on or should I keep winning until you break?"

Mayumi crossed her arms, but he saw the small crack of hesitation in her eyes.

"You really think you can read me that easily?" she murmured.

Renji leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed her ear. "I already am."

She froze for a beat, her throat moved as she swallowed but instead of backing away, she reached for the whistle hanging around her neck and blew it sharply.

The sound echoed through the empty gym.

"Shower and change, Sakamoto. Class dismissed."

Renji laughed quietly, stepping back with that same smug look she both hated and secretly loved.

"Guess I'll take that as a 'you'll tell me later'."

She turned away, trying to look unaffected, but her cheeks betrayed her, faintly flushed.

As Renji walked toward the locker room, she found herself staring after him longer than she meant to.

He'd grown, not just in skill or charm, but in how he carried himself. There was something dangerous about him now.

Something magnetic.

And the scariest part?

She liked it.

---

Moments and classes passed, The echo of running water filled the empty locker room. Steam hung in the air, carrying the scent of soap and sweat, the quiet aftermath of PE.

Renji tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it into the basket. The mirror across the room caught his reflection, lean muscle, faint bruises from training, and that sharp, amused smirk that always came before trouble.

He was supposed to be changing. Instead, he was thinking.

About her.

Mayumi.

The way her voice dipped when she was flustered. The way her eyes flickered like she was holding back more than just secrets.

Something was off, not just the weird behavior around the teachers this week. Her specifically.

The door creaked.

He turned slightly, half-expecting Kai but it wasn't him.

It was Mayumi.

She stood at the door, eyes flicking around before she sighed in relief. "Good. You're still here."

Renji arched a brow. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Don't start," she warned, stepping inside. The scent of her shampoo mixed with the humid air. "I just came to..."

She hesitated.

Renji's smile faded slightly. "To what?"

Her eyes softened for half a second, then she forced a smirk. "To tell you that you're getting too cocky. That's all."

He leaned against the locker, folding his arms. "You came all the way here to say that?"

"I—" she started, but the words caught in her throat. She rubbed her arm, suddenly looking less like the teasing PE teacher and more like someone struggling to keep her walls up.

"Mayumi," he said quietly.

She looked up.

"Something's bothering you. Don't act like it's just me being cocky."

Her lips parted, eyes searching his face but instead of answering, she stepped closer. Not quite in reach, but close enough that the air changed between them.

"You don't know when to stop, do you?" she whispered.

He tilted his head, voice low. "Not when it's about you."

That broke something in her expression, a flicker of warmth, surprise, then guilt.

She took a step back. "You shouldn't!"

"Shouldn't care?" he interrupted. "Too late."

The words hung heavy.

For a moment, neither spoke. The sound of the showers filled the silence like a heartbeat.

Finally, Mayumi exhaled and shook her head. "You're trouble, Renji. You really are."

He smiled faintly. "You say that like it's news."

She gave a soft laugh, the kind that didn't reach her eyes and turned toward the door.

"Get dressed before someone sees me here. And… don't ask too many questions this week, okay?"

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

He wanted to push. He almost did. But something in her tone, the quiet plea under the surface made him stop.

She opened the door, pausing for just a moment before leaving.

And in that split second, Renji caught it, the faintest look of worry crossing her face.

When she was gone, he stared at the closed door, jaw tight.

"Trust me," he muttered. "Yeah… that's what Rika said too."

He leaned back against the locker, the sound of the dripping shower echoing around him.

Whatever they were planning… it wasn't small.

And if Mayumi was nervous, that meant something big was coming.

He just didn't know it yet, that it was all for him.

---

The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the rooftop in strokes of orange and gold.

The wind was soft, carrying the faint smell of chalk dust and blooming sakura from the courtyard below.

Renji leaned on the railing, eyes half-closed, his mind still spinning from PE.

Mayumi's words replayed in his head, "Don't ask too many questions."

He could handle lies. He could handle tension.

But secrets, from the people he cared about, that hit different.

"Brooding again?"

The voice floated from behind him, gentle but teasing.

He turned to see Saki, standing by the door, her hair catching the dying light like it was spun glass.

She was holding two cans of milk tea.

"Didn't know you were psychic now," Renji said, smirking faintly.

"I didn't have to be," she replied, walking over. "You've been up here every evening this week."

"Observation skills on point, sensei."

She smiled lightly and handed him one of the cans. "Thought you could use this."

Renji took it, cracking it open. "Thanks. You always show up when I least expect it."

"Maybe I'm predictable in unpredictable ways," she said with a small laugh.

They stood in silence for a moment, sipping tea and watching the sky bleed into dusk.

Finally, Saki spoke. "You're thinking about them, aren't you?"

He glanced at her. "Them?"

"Rika. Reina. Mayumi. You've been… restless."

He chuckled softly. "You read me too easily."

"It's not hard. You wear your thoughts on your face when you care."

Renji stared at the horizon. "They're hiding something. I can feel it. And it's not just teacher talk. Even you seem off lately."

She blinked, feigning innocence. "Me?"

"Yeah," he said, narrowing his eyes playfully.

"You've been smiling too much. That's suspicious."

Saki laughed quietly, covering her mouth.

"So a woman can't be happy without raising alarms now?"

"Not you," he teased. "You're calm. Composed. The moment you start smiling like that, it means you're plotting."

"Plotting?" she repeated, amused.

"Yup. Probably world domination. Or something more dangerous, like making me drop my guard."

Her smile softened, her eyes gleaming in the fading light. "Would that really be so bad?"

Renji paused, caught off guard by the calm sincerity in her tone.

"…Guess not," he murmured.

The wind picked up again, tugging at her hair. For a moment, she looked weightless, free, alive, and so heartbreakingly human.

She looked at him quietly, voice barely above a whisper. "You think too much, Renji. Sometimes… it's okay to just let things happen."

He met her gaze. "And if what's happening feels like a setup?"

Her lips curved faintly. "Then maybe it's a setup made with love."

That made him blink. "That sounds like something Rika would say."

"She learned it from me," Saki said with a wink.

They shared a small laugh, one that faded into a soft silence, not heavy, but peaceful.

Renji finally sighed, setting the empty can on the railing. "You know, for someone who came back from the dead, you're pretty good at keeping secrets."

"And for someone reborn," she said, smiling, "you're getting better at trusting people."

He tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips. "You sure that's a good thing?"

"Absolutely," she said without hesitation.

The bell tower chimed faintly in the distance, marking the end of another long day.

Renji looked up at the sky, watching the clouds drift lazily across the burnished light.

"Feels like something big's coming," he muttered.

Saki's eyes lingered on him, soft and knowing. "Maybe it is."

"Should I be worried?"

She turned toward the exit, pausing just long enough to glance back over her shoulder.

"No," she said gently. "Just… be ready."

Then she was gone, the door swinging shut behind her with a quiet click.

Renji stood there a while longer, the wind brushing through his hair, that faint, cryptic smile she left him with refusing to fade from his mind.

"Be ready, huh…"

He exhaled through a soft laugh.

"Whatever it is, bring it on."

And beneath the sunset, the faint hum of anticipation stirred, for the birthday he didn't yet know would change everything.

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