The sun was slowly setting behind the trees, and the park was filled with a gentle breeze. On a bench sat a girl named Y/N, holding her Beyblade tightly in her hands.
She was nervous, but excited. The local Beyblade tournament was about to start, and among the participants was Valt Aoi.
For her, Valt wasn’t just a champion. He was her inspiration, the reason she had fallen in love with Beyblade, the person who taught her to never give up.
She had arrived early, hoping she might see him from afar. Just seeing him would be enough.
But life loves surprises.
As she was flipping through her notebook, someone suddenly ran past behind her and tripped on the edge of the path.
“Woahhh—!” a familiar voice cried out, followed by — BANG!
Y/N jumped, startled. In front of her lay someone familiar, arms sprawled out, with a smile that remained warm and bright even in such an awkward moment.
Valt Aoi.
“Ouch… hehe, guess I ran too fast again,” he said, scratching the back of his head and laughing.
Y/N blinked, her heart beating faster.
“You’re… Valt… Valt Aoi?”
He looked up and smiled that unmistakable, genuine smile.
“Yep! And you are?”
“I’m… Y/N,” she whispered shyly.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N!” he grinned. “And sorry for almost falling right on top of you. I’m still a bit clumsy sometimes, haha!” (You both have 18.years here...Hehe😆)
Y/N smiled softly.
“I didn’t expect to meet you like this.”
Valt blushed slightly, still smiling.
“Well… the Beyblade world is full of surprises.”
For a moment, silence passed between them. But it wasn’t uncomfortable — on the contrary, it felt calm, even familiar. Valt glanced at the Beyblade in her hands.
“Oh! You’re a Blader too?”
Y/N nodded.
“Yes… but I’m not very good.”
Valt waved his hand.
“Hey, don’t say that! Everyone starts somewhere. The important thing is that you enjoy it and keep trying. I lost many times too, but I never stopped believing. That’s why I love Beyblade!”
His words resonated with her. He was exactly as she had imagined — sincere, cheerful, and persistent.
Valt might have grown more serious, but that boyish smile, full of heart, was still there.
“You know,” he said after a short pause, “if you want, we could train together sometime. What do you think?”
Y/N looked up, surprised.
“With you? Really?”
“Of course!” Valt said with a childlike grin. “Bladers should support each other.”
Her cheeks turned pink, but she couldn’t hide her smile.
“I’d like that.”
Valt gave a cheerful thumbs up.
“Deal!”
As they walked together toward the place where the tournament would be held, Y/N felt her heart flutter, and Valt… Valt felt that this meeting was something special.
Neither of them knew exactly what was developing between them, but they could both feel something unusual — warmth, a spark, the beginning of something unforgettable.
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Months Later — Growing Closer
Months passed quickly, but every moment for Y/N and Valt was special. After their chance encounter in the park, they slowly built their friendship. Valt was still clumsy, occasionally tripping or bumping into things, but Y/N had grown to love these little quirks of his. They made him alive, genuine… and irresistible.
Y/N was still shy, but now she felt confident around him. Their conversations about Beyblade became daily moments, filled with laughter and playful teasing. Valt would often show up unexpectedly, surprising her with a small gift — a new part for her Beyblade, or simply showing her a trick he had just learned.
The best moments were when they trained together. Valt was patient, though still occasionally clumsy, and Y/N loved watching him demonstrate his moves, feeling quietly amazed.
Though neither of them had said it out loud yet, they both felt a growing closeness. Their glances and smiles carried a quiet understanding — gentle, subtle signs of affection.
One evening, while sitting on a bench after practice, watching the sunset, Valt spoke:
“You know… when we train together, I feel… something strange when you’re around.”
Y/N froze, her eyes widening.
“Strange?” she asked softly.
Valt nodded, smiling but looking slightly shy.
“Yeah… like… everything feels different. When you’re here, it’s easier… and funnier… and somehow… special.”
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She couldn’t believe Valt had admitted he felt something for her. Yet he continued, still unsure and a bit confused about his feelings.
“I don’t really know what it is… and I can’t explain it… but I keep thinking about you when you’re not around.”
A quiet silence followed, but this time it was warm, tense, and comforting. Y/N couldn’t hide her smile.
“Valt… I feel something like that too…” she whispered, then immediately blushed and looked down.
Valt noticed her redness and felt a warm, strange sensation in his chest — something he had never experienced before. He didn’t know it yet, but it was love. All he knew was that everything about Y/N felt… special.
“So… it’s not just me feeling weird,” he said, smiling with relief. “Then maybe it’s not weird… maybe it’s… good?”
Y/N nodded, and their eyes met. It was a moment of quiet understanding, a moment that changed both of them, though the word “love” hadn’t yet been spoken.
And then, without thinking, they hugged.
It was soft, gentle, and full of warmth.
In that embrace, all the unsaid feelings, the clumsy smiles, and the quiet sparks between them were finally expressed — a silent promise of the bond that had grown between them.
