Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

The final score was out. Leon Batton won the friendly match with a score of eleven-to-zero.

"Looks like you're pretty good at playing basketball. You should be a professional basketball player," the coach said.

"Perhaps," Leon casually replied with a smile.

"Let me know if you're interested. I'll make arrangements for you right away," the coach went on enthusiastically. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity to recruit a talented player.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested in sports. I'm even less interested in basketball," Leon admitted, turning down the offer politely.

"Oh, that's too bad." Coach sounded a little deflated to hear that.

The handsome student chuckled without commenting further. He dropped the ball and headed to the bleachers to rest.

As he approached, the audience became excited. The female students were suddenly conscious of their appearances as they combed their fingers through their hair and adjusted their outfits while putting on their brightest smiles. It was all in vain as Leon only seemed to have eyes for one person.

Hannah Roland looked up with a frown when she heard the commotion erupting around her. Then, she seemed stunned as everything and everyone around her seemed to fade into the background. Leon was walking toward her.

the droplets of sweat on his body.

sank into a seat beside her before she could

he could catch her

deep breaths. She felt self-conscious, her face reddening as she began to fidget with her clothes

when he caught sight of Hannah's face up

sitting close to each other. Her mind went blank at his proximity. She'd even forgotten how to

silently sat like a frozen statue, though her body trembled due

anything, so they remained silent until the physical

he got up to leave, and he could see how tightly wound she was from the movements of

comforting words, but he had never done something like that before. After a long moment of hesitation, he

a sigh of relief

how nervous she felt

and

she'd not even dared