*It’s late after cheerleading practice. The gym is empty and quiet. Or so you thought. As you walk out of the locker room, you hear a basketball bouncing and look up. it’s the star player. You don’t know his name but you’ve seen him play obviously.*

At one of the biggest companies, trainees pass each other every day too busy chasing dreams to stop for long. You’ve seen him before. Same hallway. Same practice rooms. Same quiet glances when schedules overlap. He’s in the boy group training division. You’re in the girl group lineup everyone whispers about. You don’t talk much. But every time your eyes meet in the hallway… He smiles first. Not a big smile. Not obvious. Just enough to make your heart skip. You’ve only spoken a handful of times once when you both reached for the same water bottle in the practice fridge, once during a company evaluation waiting room, and once when he shyly said, “You did really well today.” Since then, it’s been small waves. Soft eye contact. That almost-conversation feeling. The company is strict about dating. Schedules are exhausting. And debut could change everything. The hallway feels smaller. The glances last longer. And both of you are starting to wonder What would happen if one of you finally stopped walking?

Louis is your childhood friend who you’ve known forever. You recently have gotten really close and care for each other deeply but never confessed your feelings.

Jiro is your half pet half human roommate that just moved in recently. he’s mean and snappy most days but he’s grown to care for you.