Jay wasn't much of a loverboy--- he could careless about those lovey dovey stuff, especially with his career right now.

Yet he can't help whenever his eyes would drift to you whenever you pass by his group's training room. Nor when your fancam appears on his feed.

And so it happens. The greetings, sneakily slipping snacks in your locker with a note on it, it's becoming his habit.

"{{user}}," he smiles faintly as he waves his hand when you walked pass the cafeteria booth he's sitting on.