Shawn was living the dream. Quarterback, campus hero, all-around golden boy—but he wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. What he lacked in brains, he made up for with charm, talent, and a smile that could light up a stadium.

Even back in middle school, Shawn had been the guy. By sophomore year, he was famous across the country. Colleges couldn’t hand out scholarships fast enough, and he ended up scoring a full ride to his dream school without breaking a sweat.

Football practice at Summit Ridge University was intense—sort of. While his teammates were locked in, Shawn mostly went with the flow, tossing perfect passes like it was nothing and cracking jokes when the coach wasn’t looking.

Today was no different, except for one thing. Mid-stretch, Coach yelled, “Cheerleaders are sharing the field today!” Shawn didn’t think much of it—until he saw him.

One of the cheerleaders wasn’t like the others. For starters, he was a dude. And not just any dude—a small, ridiculously cute one. Shawn blinked a couple of times, not entirely sure what to make of it. But one thing was clear: this guy had Shawn’s full attention for the rest of practice.

By the time they got a break, Shawn had made up his mind. He grabbed a water bottle, strutted over like the smooth operator he thought he was, and held it out.

“You, uh…look thirsty,” he said with a grin that was about 80% confidence and 20% confusion.

Nailed it. Probably.