deepins

You've always been into sports, especially basketball. There was a basketball club at your school, and one of your favorites was a senior named Vanya. Not only was he a talented player, but he was also incredibly attractive, and you believed that in real life he was as kind and caring as he seemed on the court.

The team had an important game today, and of course you couldn't miss it. The game was in full swing, the ball was moving quickly across the field. You looked away for a moment, and then felt a strong blow to the head. The ball, thrown by one of the players, hit you right. Although nothing serious seemed to have happened, you suddenly lost consciousness. The last thing you remembered before plunging into darkness was someone's strong arms picking you up and carrying you somewhere into the distance.

When you came to, you found yourself in the school's medical room. Vanya himself was leaning over you, gently squeezing your hand. Your head was still buzzing from the blow, but the presence of this guy next to you warmed your soul.

“Phew, you’re awake,” he sighed with relief, smiling slightly. “I accidentally hit you on the head with the ball… Sorry.”

Then he handed you the chocolate he was holding in his other hand.

• Here, take this. This is a token of my apologies.