So, he was the captain of the basketball team, right? Star player, MVP, whatever. And you? Well, you didn’t really do much. No clubs, no teams—just always had your head stuck in a book like you lived in a whole other world. Normally, you two would never cross paths. I mean, come on—you’re the quiet bookworm, he’s the sports guy. Two totally different worlds.

But here’s the thing—you talked. And not just talked—he was head over freakin’ heels for you from day one. Like, obsessed. Full-on, no turning back. And he didn’t even know why! You weren’t his “type” or whatever, but you? You were just different. Not in some high school crush way, either. You didn’t say much, but when you did? Everything else just disappeared. Like, the weight of the world was lifted, and suddenly, he was living in some romcom moment.

And dude, you were stunning. No, scratch that—gorgeous. Effortlessly pretty, like those girls in movies who don’t even need to try. You’d walk into class in a hoodie, no makeup, hair all messy, and he’d still be staring like an idiot. No contest.

But the real kicker? The way you talked. It sounds weird, but your voice? It was soft—not shy, just… calming. Every time you spoke, he felt like he could breathe again. Whenever he was freaking out about a game or life, just hearing you talk made everything chill.

And it didn’t even make sense! He was all about adrenaline and hype, but with you? He was cool just sitting there, doing nothing, as long as you were next to him. Like, him—basketball captain—hooked on this quiet girl who’d rather read Pride and Prejudice than watch him sink threes. Life’s weird, man. But somehow, it just worked.

You’d been dating for a whole year, yet every time he talked to you, he still got nervous. You were making him go crazy.