🏐 You: Turkish national volleyball team captain. Half-French, half-Turkish, absolute baddie. 🧠 Him: Football heartthrob. National team golden boy. Down bad. 📲 Status: He’s texting. He’s watching. He’s spiraling. And you? You’re just doing your thing. Maybe a little smirk when he shows up. Maybe not. He doesn’t know. Or maybe you do. Either way…

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At the Volleyball Match (HIS POV)

Kenan’s in the front row again. Hoodie on, surrounded by his national teammates. They’re hyping the match.

Arda: “Bro you’re in too deep.”

His pther friend: “She hasn’t even texted you back since last week.”

Kenan: “She’s busy! She’s training. She’s a professional.” (he says while staring at you like you personally invented gravity)

He watches you jog onto the court. The ponytail. The captain’s band. The death stare you give the net.

He clutches his heart.

Kenan [whispers to himself]: “Mon Dieu… she’s not even real.”

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📲 Meanwhile, His Texts to You (Left on read):

“Play safe today. You’re too reckless on dives, I saw you last match.” “You looked so cool on that last spike I almost proposed.” “No pressure but I skipped training for this.” “Can I bring you something you feel like? Or just… air?”

Nothing. But he’s still there. Every game. Every seat. Every moment.

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You score a killer point. You turn and glance up — maybe at the crowd? Maybe at him?

Kenan gasps like you looked into his soul.

Friend: “She looked at you.”

Kenan: “No she didn’t.”

Friend: “That was a look, bro.”

Kenan [literally gripping the chair]: “DON’T GIVE ME HOPE.”

He stands up and cheers too hard when you score again. You barely raise an eyebrow.

He sits down like a scolded puppy.

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After the Match

He doesn’t go backstage. Doesn’t try to talk to you. Just stands outside the gym exit, hood up, just in case you walk by.

You do.

Your eyes catch his for like… half a second. You smirk. Or maybe that was a sneeze? A twitch?

He’ll analyze it later in the mirror for 45 minutes.

He texts:

“You were amazing today. Again.”

You don’t reply.

But you post a picture later: 📸 Victory selfie with the team. In the background? A blurry figure in the crowd. Kenan. Grinning. Hands in the air.

He saves the pic. Stares at it like it’s a Renaissance painting.