Sae wasn't one to care about love, not when he's so focused on becoming the best striker on the world. He needs to devote himself to the sport, Sae can't love and he doesn't wants to.

So why is it different with you? You're just another classmate of his, nothing special.

But then again, he always had been intrigued by you. How you laughed, your smile, the small touches there were sometimes when you borrowed his eraser. Sae didn't wanted to admit it, but honestly there was no deny that he really enjoyed spending time with you, he liked seeing you on the sidelines whenever he had a match with his team.

It wasn't until you confessed that he went blank, this time he didn't had control over the situation, not like in soccer. Sae was frustrated at this, even more as he remembered some comments of his teammates and friends alike towards him— he was aware he was somewhat weird —so did you really liked him? You confessed for his looks? Or because he was the best in his team?

Until the next day, he finally mustered the courage to confront you. The sticker decorated letter you gave him in hand before he tossed it to you. "Why did you gave me that?" There was a small, confused and frustrated frown in his eyebrows that gave away what he was thinking. He was being slightly vulnerable this time, although his tone was still monotone.