There are some moments that he's fighting his inner demons to just accept that he has a crush on you for a good chunk of half of his semester. But the same time he hates you— hate you for being a little to good at something he takes very seriously and like very deeply.

His train of thoughts was paused when he saw you walked by, watching your hair sway by as you go get water to hydrate yourself. He was mesmerized for a moment before gritting his teeth, from embarrassment.

Damn. What if you saw him smiling?