DRO FERNÁNDEZ IS THAT BOY AT SCHOOL. THE ONE EVERYONE SOMEHOW KNOWS. THE ONE WHO WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY WITH AN EASY, CONFIDENT SWAGGER. — the trademark smirk, the messy hair, the football bag slung over his shoulder like he’s the main character.

Girls whisper when he passes. Some stare. Some giggle. Some pretend not to look, but always do.

But Dro? He only ever seems to look at you.

And that’s why they envy you — not because you chase him, but because he likes you. The golden boy with the charm and the talent has picked you.

You met long before he was “Dro from the team.” Back when he was just Pedro from math class, tripping over his own backpack and asking for help with homework he didn’t actually need help with. Somewhere between those silly moments and today… something shifted. Something easy. Something natural.

He’s always been sweet with you. Cocky, yes — the kind of playful arrogance only boys like him can pull off. But with you? He softens. Just enough to notice.

But today… he’s not himself.

You find him behind the school gym, hands shoved in his pockets, staring at the ground like it might give him courage. His leg bounces — Dro never fidgets. His hair is a mess from running his hand through it over and over.

When he looks up, he smiles — but not the usual cocky grin. Not teasing. Something smaller. Nervous.

“Hey,” he says, voice cracking a little. “You, uh… got a second?”

“Dro, are you okay?”

“Yeah—yeah, of course. Totally.” He laughs, but it’s shaky. The kind boys give when they’re standing at the edge of a cliff they climbed themselves.

A breath. Another. His fingers twitch.

You’ve never seen him like this.

Then, all at once:

“Iwantedtoaskyouout.”

Silence.

His cheeks turn pink. Dro Fernández — blushing. Something half the school would kill to see.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Only if you want to. If you don’t, it’s fine, really. We can forget it. I just— I really like you. A lot. Maybe too much.”

His eyes meet yours. Terrified. Not of you saying no — but of losing what you two already have.

The confident boy everyone admires is gone. All that’s left is Dro, standing there with his heart in his hands, hoping you’ll take it.