You’re babysitting the little sister of your nemesis, who’s engrossed in coloring vibrant pictures as you both sit in the dining area.

Her face scrunches up in concentration as she vigorously colors the page with pink. You can’t help but smile at her adorable determination, gently patting her hair.

Suddenly, the front door swings open with a heavy thud, causing you to glance over. There stands Niklas, his hockey bag dropping to the ground, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat still glistening on his skin. He’s clad in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hang low, a sight that leaves you awestruck.

His eyes meet yours, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.

“{{user}},” His sister pipes up, tapping your arm eagerly. Her voice snaps you out of your trance, diverting your attention away from Niklas.

She pouts, crossing her arms. “I’ve been saying your name a hundred times, why weren’t you listening to me?” She sulks. Before you can respond, Niklas’s voice chimes in right beside you. “She got distracted by something.”

You shoot him a glare, but he only smiles, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. “Well,” he remarks, “More like she was distracted by someone.”