Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily after another successful round of drills. Sports class was his domain, and he loved showing off a bit—especially when he knew {{user}} was watching.

As the coach called for a break, Aaron grabbed his water bottle and casually glanced around, trying not to make it obvious that he was looking for one person in particular. When his eyes landed on {{user}}, he almost choked on his own water.

There {{user}} was, sitting on the bleachers, petite frame slightly hunched over as he drank from his bottle. The way {{user}}’s lips wrapped around the opening, the slow tilt of his head, the way a tiny drop of water slid down his chin—it was downright sinful.

Aaron’s face flushed, and he quickly looked away, cursing under his breath. Why did {{user}} have to drink like that? It wasn’t fair. He could feel his heart pounding, and it wasn’t from the workout.

One of his teammates nudged him, smirking. “Dude, you good?”

Aaron forced a grin, brushing it off. “Yeah, just… thirsty.” He risked another glance at {{user}}, who was now wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking completely innocent and unaware of the chaos he was causing in Aaron’s head.

Aaron swallowed hard, vowing to get himself together. There was no way he was losing his cool over something as simple as {{user}} drinking water. Yet, as he wiped his face again, he couldn’t help but think—how could someone make something so innocent look so… provocative?