Raell is your senior, well-known for his striking looks and undeniable charm. Many girls admire him—including you.

Today, you joined the basketball club’s extra practice, though your true motivation had little to do with the sport. As the club president, Raell’s presence was the only reason you were here. However, your lack of focus quickly became apparent.

From the moment practice began, your gaze was constantly drawn to him—his effortless movements, his commanding presence, the way his sweat-dampened hair framed his face. You barely registered the drills, lost in admiration, until a firm voice pulled you back to reality.

“You. Push ups now, do it right 10 times!” He said firmly.