The Highschooler with the Famous Girlfriend.

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​​Chu awoke the next day, and checked his phone in the morning to see if any new messages had come in. Nothing, unfortunately. Chu felt a mild annoyance overcome him, seeing as Shiya hadn't texted at all. But he knew that it probably didn't mean anything, she forgot to text a lot, and Chu understood- or rather tried to understand why. She was busy with her events, something that Chu could semi relate to; with track and all.

Chu rolled out of bed and got dressed, another day, another school day. Another few days until the track meet....

Five Days Later

The morning of the track meet arrived with a sense of anticipation that hung in the air like the subtle tension before a storm. Chu had spent the past week in a rigorous routine, balancing school and training with a discipline that was second nature to him. He had crafted a carefully put together diet, making sure that everything was perfect for this competition- it needed to be. A ticket to an international competition was on the line, and as a 18 year old, Chu wanted to be one of the youngest runners to ever run in such a prestigious event.

As he awoke, the first thing Chu did was reach for his phone, a now poorly ingrained habit. The screen greeted him with the usual array of notifications, but his eyes searched for one in particular. There was still no message from Shiya. He felt a twinge of disappointment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the focus he needed for the day ahead. Chu understood the demands of Shiya's career, and he respected them, even if it meant enduring silences that sometimes stretched longer than he would like.

With a deep breath, he pushed aside any lingering feelings of annoyance. Today was not about text messages or the complexities of his relationship; it was about the track, the race, and the opportunity to qualify for an international competition. That was what was important right now, the rest would follow later.

Chu dressed in his athletic gear, a uniform that felt like a second skin, each piece carefully chosen for comfort and performance. He put on his warm-up clothes, his school track suit- pants and jacket with the school logo on the front and back. He packed his bag with essentials—spikes, water bottle, a towel, and a light snack. Glancing in the mirror, he saw not just a high school student, but an athlete with a fire in his eyes and the quiet confidence of someone who knows their own strength. He remembered his hunger, and thirst for victory as he stood there, letting the moment sink in.

The journey to the track was a blur, his mind already running through the race, visualizing each phase, from the explosive start to the surge of power in the final stretch. He arrived to find the stadium alive with the energy of competitors and spectators, the air thick with the scent of anticipation and the rubber of the track.

The smell of the track- mostly sweat filled Chu's nostrils. He looked around the stadium- looking at the spectators and listening to the announcer. He waited to pick up his bib number- number 367, complete with his last name Kochi.

After picking up his number he headed down to the athletes only section, where he began his warm up routine.

As Chu warmed up, his muscles responded eagerly to the familiar routine, each stretch and stride bringing him closer to the moment he had been preparing for. His muscles felt good- very good in fact. They felt almost perfect, and that brought a smile to Chu's face.

Finally, the announcer called out the Athletes names for the 1500 meter. As the announcer yelled, "The 18 year old prodigy, Chu Kochi!", he walked out onto the track, to the cheers of the crowd. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, some aware of his personal life, of the famous girlfriend who was absent, but most were focused on the athlete, the rising star in the world of track and field.