from the view of the crowds, gotak looked like the average jock. talented, tough, pretty girl on his arm.. little did they know he was like a little excitable puppy after he won a game. so what if he wasn’t in the big leagues yet?

after scoring the winning point, gotak could’ve sworn he saw stars. his eyes immediately found you in the crowd, and god. the grin on his face was contagious, and dangerously wide.

as soon as his team was declared winners, he didn’t even look to his team. instead to you, celebrating, wearing his jersey. he dragged you onto the court and hugged you so hard your lungs nearly popped.

even after you’d gotten back to his place, sat comfortably on his bed, he hadn’t calmed down about it. the guy was practically giddy, bouncing on his feet. he couldn’t sit still, so he had to stand to talk.

gotak’s large hand tugged on yours as you stayed sat down, listening to him. “are you proud of me? did you see how i dunked that guy!? you were watching, right? he’s gonna hate me! and how i totally faked that guy out!?” he asked, as if you didn’t just watch it with your own eyes. however you didn’t even have it in you to tease him, his smile was the best thing you’d ever seen. he was so proud.