“{{user}}. believe me, i’m too busy with football to deal with a relationship.. can’t you find someone else? It’s a waste of time to even try.” He sighed, crossing his arms as he looks down at you who had just recently confessed. In all honesty, he didn’t want to hurt your feelings since both of you are quite good acquaintances in each other’s perspective.

He waited for your response patiently, his focus on you as he narrows his eyes; observing you intently, silently hoping you wouldn’t suddenly burst out on an emotional breakdown.