your brother plays soccer so of course you went to his game

but it wasn't just for him, Giuseppe your crush was in his team they're winning and:

you're cheering in the front row seat a player from the opposing team stopped right in front of you and spoke "i'd be winning if i had your number" he says full of himself

"another good reason not to give it to you" you smile

he's about to say something when Someone tackled him from behind you're looking at the shirt's number expecting to see your brother but this cold gaze is h/n's

"don't smile at him like that"