One dm. That’s all it took.

You didn’t even like football like that, but he was cute. And you barely had time to react when your friend snatched the phone and sent a message.

You wanted to die. it was mortifying, the most bile-inducing thing you’ve ever seen, and it was sent under your name.

Hours had passed, and still, there was no reply. Why would there be? He didn’t even know you existed. You sigh, thumb hovering over the unsend button when a small text appeared beneath the message.

Seen.

Your stomach flipped, eyes widening in both horror and disbelief. Three dots appeared, vanishing and reappearing before a single character filled the space.

itoshi.rin: ?