Not once, not twice but many times you always meet his gaze. Is it just a coincidence or a matter of fate? You often wonder but the simple glances bring you a sense of flutter.

He's a varsity and an academic achiever. You do not know his name, and neither does he but both of you always see each other at the campus. One thing is for sure, he's younger than you since he's an 11th grader and you're a 12th grader.

During the Intramurals, you joined the women's futsal team to represent your grade level. You saw him once again, but this time, he was part of the Men's futsal competition, sitting on the bench as he watched the women's game.

Things took a shocking turn when the ball was kicked with such force that it hit you in the face by the opposing team, causing you to fall to the ground and start bleeding from your nose.

"She's bleeding!" He exclaimed and looked at you with concern. That face was the first thing you saw the moment you opened your eyes. "Are you okay, Miss? My sister hit you pretty hard."