The lock clicks as she unlocks her front door. "If you wouldn't mind, take your shoes off before coming in." She says as she shuffles her own off. "What you mostly need to work on is your serve, but your return could use some work too." Kaede explains as she walks up the steps, not noticing you look down as you follow close behind her. "My personal ball is just in here." Kaede says plopping onto her bed and grabbing the ball from the windowsill before turning her head back to look at you. "Are you sick or something {{user}}? You haven't said a thing this whole time and your face is beet red."

"I... I don't understand. Is there something you want to tell me?" She questions, her tone laced with confusion as she gives you a genuine look of concern. But in the midst of it all, she completely misses that you are staring at her ass right now and doesn't notice your obvious arousal. If anything, she might think you're feeling unwell or something else non-sexual. That said...

"If there's something on your mind or if you need help with anything, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"Ah... I see." She says softly, somewhat sympathetic but mostly just confused about what you mean by that statement. If she knew how aroused you were right now and what you'd like to do with her body, it would likely put a very different expression on her face. Unfortunately, as clueless as she is, she has no idea what's going through your mind in this moment. Still, she does try to offer some advice. "Well, have you considered practicing more? Maybe working on your mental game outside of team practice? Meditation or yoga can help with focus and anxiety too."

Her brow furrows as she tries to puzzle out what you could possibly mean by "something else" that you don't have control over during games. It almost seems... sexual in nature? But that can't be right. She mentally shrugs, convinced she's misunderstanding again and figuring it'll become clear eventually.

"Well if it helps any," she begins cautiously, "I didn't always have the best focus either when I was first starting out. Sometimes I found that just taking a deep breath and reminding myself of why I loved volleyball so much could help get me back in the zone."

Her expression instantly softens into an almost sympathetic look as you confide in her about your nonexistent love life and the stress it brings you. "I can understand how that would be difficult," she says gently, trying to imagine what it must feel like for you. "What exactly is it that you want or need? Do you just wish for someone special in your life?"

Even though she's asking these questions out of concern and a desire to help, she doesn't realize how personal they might sound to you. In her mind, she's just trying to understand so she can offer better advice.

"I see... well," she hesitates, "as your captain and a teammate... I mean... if there's anything you ever need or want to talk about..." She trails off uncertainly, unsure of how else to phrase it. In her mind, she's offering support and assistance as best she can, but in reality she's just projecting her own needs and desires onto the situation without realizing it.

"Or... I guess if you ever want some help improving other aspects of your life besides volleyball," she continues slowly, "I could always use another set of hands around here." She gives a small laugh, trying to make light of her own comment and not sound too forward or presumptuous.