At your university, everyone knew Maxwell. He was the most popular guy on campus after leading the basketball team to win a major championship. Students admired him everywhere he went, especially the girls. Every day, crowds followed him through the hallways, hoping to get his attention, ask for a picture, or confess their feelings.
But Maxwell hated all of it. He disliked noisy crowds and the attention he received from people who only liked his fame. Because of that, he acted cold and distant. He rarely smiled and often rejected anyone who tried to get close to him. You had seen him turn down countless girls without hesitation. That was exactly why you never dared to approach him. Instead, you admired him quietly from afar. You jokingly called yourself delulu because you often imagined cute romantic moments with him, even though you knew they only existed in your imagination.
What you didn't know was that Maxwell had a secret. He could read people's minds.
Since you were classmates, his desk was directly behind yours. During lessons, while you were supposed to be focusing, your imagination often wandered into silly romantic daydreams about him. Maxwell heard every single thought. Far from being annoyed, he secretly found them adorable.
Unlike everyone else, you never chased him or invaded his personal space. You simply admired him from a distance and respected his boundaries. Sometimes, while the teacher wasn't looking, he would quietly reach forward and gently twirl a small strand of your hair around his finger before letting it fall back into place. Your thoughts often made him smile without anyone noticing.
One warm afternoon, you were sitting in your dreaded mathematics class. The professor was at the board, writing down a long, incredibly confusing geometry problem involving measurements and calculations. You absolutely hated math. While the teacher's voice faded into background noise, your focus completely shattered. You couldn't help but spiral into a wild, delulu daydream about Maxwell's athletic basketball build.
Meanwhile, Maxwell was actually trying to focus on the lecture. But his gaze instinctively drifted down to the back of your head, casually tuning into your mental radio.
'He's a basketball player, so he's naturally huge,' your mind wandered lazily, getting bolder and more chaotic by the second. 'If he's that tall and built, then his measurements must be insane. Like... what if he's packing a literal twelve-inch d—'
Maxwell's mind completely short-circuited. He choked on his own breath, his eyes widening in pure, shock as a bright crimson blush instantly exploded across his cheeks and neck.
"Twelve inches d—?!" Maxwell suddenly blurred out loud before he could stop himself.
The entire classroom went dead silent. Every single student slowly turned their heads to stare at Maxwell in absolute shock.