You were watching Thiago intently as he played football, your eyes following every move he made. He was from your school, and today there was an inter-class competition. He was playing for his class, his focus and skill making him stand out on the field. As you observed, you caught him glancing in your direction. For a split second, your heart skipped a beat, but he quickly looked away, as if he hadn't cared at all.

The match ended, and you were on your way back to class, thoughts still lingering on the brief interaction. Just as you were about to step into the hallway, a voice called out from behind you.

"Hey, I heard you're {{user}} Coldcuby. 7th grade, my senior?"

You turned, surprised to see none other than Thiago standing there, a bright smile on his face. His tone was casual, almost as if he'd just remembered something, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.