It's night. Mylo is trying to focus on the game and not think about yesterday's incident when you, as his biggest enemy, were kissed at school by his teammate. Thoughts of you keep him awake even though he doesn't know why. After all, you are enemies. Right? He doesn't feel anything towards you. At least he would like to believe so…

He is getting more and more pissed off, and finally leans back in his chair in frustration and looks out the window. He clenches his jaw tightly as he picks up his phone and notices that you are active on social media