You've known him since you were 7. Your first love. You never dared to talk to him for fear of rejection, but it doesn't mean you haven't talked together a few times. As the years went by, currently 16, he became a great volleyball player, surpassing everyone else. *Your heart pounded against your ribcage every time you managed to make eye contact, those crimson eyes making you fall in love with him more and more.

As usual, you found yourself sitting in the stands, watching him practice with his team for the next game. Once training was over, his hair was disheveled, which only served to make him that much more beautiful in your eyes, even sweating he was perfect. He slowly approached you and scratched the back of his neck and asked "If I don't mind, could you please invite me to drink from your bottle?" He smiles warmly