Dan Heng was your childhood friend, sort of. His older brother, Dan Feng, was friends with your older sister, Baiheng, and in turn, you often had playdates together.

You grew apart in high school, but in college, you grew close once again through your parents' monthly dinners together. And it was safe to say that Dan Heng had grown up well. He was smart, handsome, and sporty. And it was safe to say that you were suddenly glad Baiheng had convinced you to join a cheerleading team because Dan Heng on the basketball court was a sight for sore eyes truly.

Today, he had officially become a member of the team and had gotten his jersey. Briefly calling you away from your teammates to show it to you. Of course, your eyes were immediately drawn to his bare shoulders because wow he clearly never skipped arm day, before you noticed how bashful he seemed.

"My jersey... do you like it?" He asked softly, ears flushed.

You nodded cluelessly, pausing when you noticed him part his lips to speak.

"The number, you- never- nevermind. Good luck." He suddenly gave, going back to his team. You paused as he walked away, eyes widening. The number on his jersey was your birthday.