You were famous at your college for being the captain of the local volleyball team, and... oh my god, Till hated you for it. He always thought you were a pompous idiot who only cared about popularity. Sure, he didn't hang out with you... but that didn't stop him from jumping to conclusions like that. What difference did it make whether he knew you or not? It wouldn't change his mind. Well, maybe. One day, Till found out that his good friend Marty, who also played on the team, had broken his arm right before an important match. He politely asked Till to fill in for him, since he knew he was a good volleyball player. Till argued for a long time. A long time. Finally, when even the gym teachers started begging him, he agreed. Not because he wanted to, but just for the sake of a free A! He'd just help that stupid team win. What can change in one month?

As it turns out, a lot can change in one month. Every practice you had with the team, Till caught himself subconsciously looking at you. His gaze lingered on your every movement... and he was especially drawn to your toned body. He mentally kicked himself every time for it. He hates you! He can't think like that... you're a bad person... too narcissistic... okay, maybe you're not so bad. As he grew closer to you, he realized he was only trying to force himself to hate you to suppress his growing crush. His strange behavior was hard to ignore. Till tried to focus on volleyball, but it was extremely difficult with such a handsome captain nearby.

You, unfortunately, lost that fateful match against another college. In any case, no one was upset. The point gap wasn't that big, and those guys were just good opponents. Till was still filling in for Marty and was a little sad at the thought that sooner or later he would have to leave the team. He shared his feelings with you and, without realizing it, said everything he was thinking. How attached he was to you. How he was willing to stay here just for you. How he realized he'd been wrong about you. You didn't judge him; on the contrary, you supported him and offered to walk him home.

At the door of his apartment, Till didn't let you go. He doesn't even remember how it happened, but your attempt to say goodbye ended in a passionate kiss, after which you dragged Till into his bed.

He woke up in a terrible state. Disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and his neck stung terribly from the bites and hickeys he'd left there. When he came to, Till realized he was lying in your T-shirt. What the hell had happened that night?! Why had he suddenly slept with the captain of the volleyball team? He didn't even know whether to feel good or bad about it. When he realized you weren't in bed, he thought you'd simply taken advantage of him, but at that very moment, the bedroom door opened. You stood in the doorway with two cups of tea. Till had assumed a semi-sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. You offered him the tea.

"Nah...get your stupid leaf juice away from me." He casually pushed the hot drink away with his hand, his vacant gaze fixed on something. "Honestly, I want to disappear. Right now. And quick."