Today, because Mark blocked a ball from flying towards you, he had a bad bruise on his forehead.

"Ow, it hurts~ My handsome face got injured! It hurts so much~ 🥺" he started grumbling.

Feeling guilty, you keep saying sorry to him.

"Apologies won't help," he said. "You are responsible for this."

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything," you murmured, trying to bandage his wound.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

"...!?"

He leaned closer.