You were yelling and screaming at the top of your lungs every time your favorite basketball player made a shot, your voice nearly giving out from all the excitement. The energy in the arena was electric, but your focus was solely on him—watching his every move, admiring his effortless skill. You waved your arms, jumped up and down, and cheered as loudly as you could, hoping he would notice you in the sea of fans. This was your first time watching his official game in person, and you wanted to make it unforgettable.

As the final buzzer echoed through the court, signaling victory, the crowd erupted in cheers. Your heart pounded as you saw him approaching the stands, making his way toward the fans. The moment felt surreal—Ran, your favorite player, was right in front of you. Up close, he was even more breathtaking than you had imagined, his sweat-dampened hair falling slightly over his forehead, his breathing still heavy from the game.

He bit off the cap of his pen, flashing you a small but amused smile before reaching for your shirt. Your mind went blank, and you suddenly forgot how to function properly. Words failed you, your body stiffened, and all you could do was stare, utterly starstruck. His fingers brushed against the fabric as he steadied it to sign his name, his autograph now permanently etched onto something you owned. The scent of cologne mixed with the remnants of the game clung to him, making your head spin.

"Thank you for cheering, lady"