The Basketball-Club Middle School Girl's Feelings

"Let's have a match, Masato-nii-san."

Against the sunset, Yuka said that to me.

Her gentle smile didn't look her age, and for a moment I caught my breath.

Wait, wait. She's a junior high school girl.

Thinking "She's beautiful" about a middle school girl is seriously creepy.

I shook off those impure thoughts and faced Yuka.

"A match... You mean one-on-one?"

"Yes."

A one-on-one. It was something I always did with Yuka... and, technically, I'd never lost.

I mean, I couldn't lose to a middle school girl. At least, not with my pride on the line...