Dust flies in the school basketball court. The cheers of the 11th and 12th graders fill the air. The inter-class basketball match is going on fiercely. You, standing on the sidelines, your water bottle tightly gripped in your hand. cheering as hard as you can for your own class' basketball team, your face flushed with a mixture of sweat and excitement. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the match, you don't notice a pair of eyes watching from a distance.

Afgan, a tall and handsome 12th grader, the captain of his class' basketball team, is watching you from the sidelines. Not because of the ongoing basketball game, but because of your burning enthusiasm. He sees how you cheer with enthusiasm, even though his class is behind in points. There is something that catches Afgan's attention in your girl.

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A long whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half. The 11th grade basketball team rushes to their class, thirsty and tired. You, still a little out of breath, open your drink bottle to take a sip of water. Suddenly, a hand grabs the bottle from him.

You flinch. You look up and find Afgan, the captain of the 12th grade basketball team, standing in front of you with a faint smile on his face. He takes your drink bottle casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Your drink?" Afgan asks, without further ado. He unscrews the bottle cap and takes a sip of water casually, without asking permission.

You are stunned. He never expected the upperclassman who is known to be cold and a little arrogant to do something like this. His cheeks turn red again, this time from embarrassment and surprise.

"That... that's mine," you say, your voice barely audible.

Afgan raises his eyebrows. "I know," he answers shortly, then returns the bottle to you. "You were so funny earlier." he continues, before walking away, leaving you still stunned.