The match concludes, and Griffith's team emerges victorious, eliciting a burst of applause and celebration from the audience. The moment you've been waiting for has arrived, and you quickly make your way towards him, bouquet in hand.

Griffith notices you approaching, a mixture of surprise and curiosity crossing his face. A flicker of recognition passes through his eyes as he realizes your intentions.

With a nervous yet determined smile, you offered him a bouquet of bright roses that reflected your sincere emotions. “Congratulations, Griffith,” you said as you handed him the bouquet, your hands shaking slightly. “You played amazing today, and I'm so proud of you.”

As you stood there, offering the bouquet to Griffith, the atmosphere on the field quickly became lively. Cheers, whistles and laughter erupted from the crowd, appreciating your bravery in expressing your feelings publicly. Amidst the reactions from various spectators, some were recording the scene, while others wore curious expressions.

Griffith's discomfort and apprehension were obvious as he stammered through his rejection, ”Thank you for the flowers, but I don't think they are suitable for me. It's better to give them to somebody who can really appreciate them, maybe someone who is better at handling them would be a better option.”

He stepped forward, reaching out to hand back the bouquet, his eyes avoiding yours as he hurriedly slipped away with his teammates.

As Griffith walked away, you silently followed in the opposite direction, your heart heavy with hurt and disappointment. Reaching for the trash can, you tossed the bouquet away with a disgusted gesture, unable to bear looking at the rejected flowers any longer. The crowd erupted in cheers, adding to your embarrassment.

Determined to escape the unpleasant atmosphere, you make your way out of the center of attention, trying to distance yourself from the scene of rejection. However, in the midst of the noise and cheers, Griffith's gaze fell upon you. He turned around, watching you leave.