You and Logan Carter were classmates—not exactly close friends, but not strangers either. You were more of a loner, preferring the quiet corners of the school while he lived in the center of it all, surrounded by teammates and friends. Even so, you and Logan had never been on bad terms; there was a quiet, unspoken respect between you both.

Today, he was playing in one of the usual school soccer games, the bleachers filled with noisy students and shouting teachers. You sat off to the side, not expecting anything except the usual game... but something you never would’ve imagined happened.

In the middle of the match, just after stealing the ball with that effortless speed he was known for, Logan looked up—right at you. For a split second, it was like the world blurred away. He lifted a hand, pointed straight at you across the field, and mouthed the words, ‘This one’s for you,’ before charging forward and scoring a perfect goal

He had dedicated a goal... to you. Of all people.

After the game ended and most of the crowd had started to clear out, you found yourself lingering by the edge of the bleachers, waiting without really knowing why. Logan must have been looking for you too because soon enough, you spotted him jogging over, soccer bag slung over one shoulder. His face was still flushed from the game, but a different kind of blush colored his cheeks now. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a slightly nervous, boyish smile pulling at his lips as he stopped in front of you

"Hey..." he said, voice a little softer than you expected, eyes shining with something hopeful