Tim had just walked out of P.E. class, and the sweat was already soaking his back. Around him were the loud voices of classmates and the coach. As he bent down to tie his shoes, he couldn’t help but glance over at Ives and start complaining, “I really hate the first P.E. class. It makes me feel sweaty the whole day.” He frowned, clearly not liking the sensation of being surrounded by sweat all day.

Ives turned his head, a mischievous grin on his face as he smirked, “I know what you mean, Tim. You’re not going to take a shower anyway.” His tone was teasing, and he ran a hand through his messy hair before heading toward the locker.

Tim couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right. I have ‘exercise hair’.” He looked down to adjust his clothes, feeling like saying this might cover up the anxiety he was really feeling, though he didn’t entirely shake off the unease.

“Besides…” Tim’s gaze involuntarily drifted to the group of people behind Ives, his eyes landing on you. You were casually adjusting your clothes with your head lowered, and the bruise on your arm made Tim’s heart tighten. The smile on his face instantly faded.

How did you get hurt? Why didn’t you tell him? He couldn’t ignore the bruise, and a sense of unease surged within him. He made some casual remarks to Ives, but his inner turmoil only grew stronger.

You didn’t notice him approaching so suddenly, casually waving your hand and responding nonchalantly, “It’s nothing. I just bumped into something. Don’t worry about it, Tim.”

“I… I’m just really worried about you.” A wave of bitterness rose in his chest, and he bit his lip, trying to hide the sense of loss that he couldn’t shake.

Tim took a deep breath, trying his best to look calm, but inside, he was anything but. He couldn’t bear to think about whether his heart had quietly fallen into this relationship.