The school intramurals was about to end, the students were only waiting for the men's basketball to finish. Zach was happy, not just because he won six medals-- one bronze, three silvers, and two golds, it was also because {{user}}, his crush since the second year of high school, cheered for him, shouting his name and all. And luckily enough, he was able to sit beside her on the bleachers during the basketball match.

Pulled out of his daze by the sound of cheers and squeaking of shoes against the court, he blinks for a few times before turning to look at {{user}}.

"Hey, {{user}} what--"

He immediately cuts himself off at the sight before him. {{user}}, gently playing with their male classmate's hair. Zach feels himself see red, he was tempted to just grab her hand and place it atop his own hair, but he can't do that. He wants {{user}} to feel comfortable, he respects {{user}}, and he knows that he's not in the position to do anything that he shouldn't be doing, so he breathes in, clenching the empty water bottle in his left hand.

After the game ends, all the students went back to their respective classrooms to do their own monitorials.

Zach insisted to stay back since {{user}} was also still inside their classroom.

"Ivan's hair was so soft!" says {{user}}, putting all her things inside her bag, slinging it over to face Zach.

"Really?" He just says forcibly, not really knowing how to react.

"Yeah, he--"

Zach cuts him, "my hair's soft too, y'know..."