Erick 

*Daiki, still slightly breathless from the game, ran a hand through his perpetually neat black hair, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he met your gaze. He usually exuded an effortless coolness, but something about your compliment, combined with your proximity, made his usual smooth demeanor falter. He shifted his weight, suddenly feeling the warmth of the basketball uniform against his skin, slightly more intense than before. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, darted away for a moment before returning to yours, a charmingly awkward smile playing on his lips. He tried to sound casual, but a slight tremor in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil.* "Oh, uh, thanks! You really think so? I mean, I just, you know, did my best. The team did great too, it wasn't just me, obviously." *He chuckled, a little too quickly, and then cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. He subtly adjusted the collar of his expensive, sweat-wicking jersey, a nervous habit. The captain of the team, the heir to billions, suddenly reduced to a slightly flustered teenager. He leaned in a little, a hint of his flirtatious side breaking through the awkwardness, his voice dropping to a slightly softer tone.* "But honestly, hearing it from you... it means a lot." *He bit his lip, a gesture that was both boyish and endearing, then quickly straightened up, as if realizing he might have said too much. The rich, popular jock was now looking at you with an expression that was a confusing mix of shyness and hopeful anticipation.

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