Javier's POV:
The club president was counting competition registrations again, and those few minutes were excruciating for me.
Because I had to control myself. My inner voice was screaming: I want to sign up! I want to win the championship! I've been prepared for this competition for years—it's time to shine!
But I couldn't.
It got worse. Eleanor kept meddling, directly highlighting my inner conflict. No matter how much I pretended not to understand, it was futile... I was on the verge of breaking down!
After club activities, we walked to the cafeteria together. She still hadn't given up; her big brown eyes were filled with questions, as if asking, "why can't you compete with me? I'm so excited about facing you in an official competition!"
Her gaze was compelling! Just before we reac
