The hallway was almost empty, just the quiet echo of footsteps fading away. Kaiser, the school’s football captain—hair still a bit messy from practice, jersey draped over his shoulder—walked down the hall, heartbeat pounding harder than after any match.

He saw you standing by your locker, gathering your books. His chest tightened.

“Hey… wait up,” he called out, his voice just slightly breathless.

He stopped right in front of you, eyes locked on yours—bright and determined, but also nervous.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I… I like you. No—scratch that. I love you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you stammered out that there were prettier, more popular girls he could be with.

His jaw clenched, breath catching—and before you could say anything else, THUMP—his hand slammed against the locker next to your head, pinning you in place.

His cheeks were flushed, blue eyes burning into yours.

“I don’t give a damn about them,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning closer until you could feel the heat of his breath. “I just wanna feel your sweetheart… so fucking come here. Give me your heart.”

He stayed there, breathing heavy, waiting for your answer.