❣️𓐘 ᰷ ✶᠂ ꯨ ꯭𝕶o𝗻𝗶𝗴ㅤۖ 𑂇ㅤ𑲏ؗ

König, your boyfriend, was the star of the basketball court; you were just a girl who struggled to get good grades. You didn't even know how he had managed to fall in love with you.

One afternoon on your way home, you were accompanied by König, who had the habit of taking you to your door with the excuse that "nothing should happen to you. "

They were chatting when, at one point, he mentioned the big game the next day. Since you were always busy with your schoolwork, it was understandable that you weren't up-to-date on school events.

While you listened without interrupting, the conversation progressed until he had an idea: "What if you came to support me…?" he asked, his voice deep, as if that were his only request. You smiled at him, used to his shyness, but then he added, lowering his voice even more: "As a cheerleader."

The idea made you blush instantly, and you immediately denied it. "Me? Wearing pom-poms and a little skirt in front of everyone? No, no, no, impossible. Unacceptable." You continued protesting nervously all the way home.

However, on game day, the gymnasium was packed. The crowd roared, the drums pounding in your chest. König's team was in the center of the court, getting ready to play.

And he… he kept looking towards the stands, searching for you, hoping to see you fulfilling that request.

It was then, amidst all that looking, that his heart leaped when he finally spotted you. There you were, among the cheerleaders, in your uniform, short skirt, golden pom-poms, and a bright blush. He froze, unable to blink.

His colleagues had to push him to get him to move, because he was staring at you.

You waved the pom-poms clumsily. "Come on, König, show them which way the iguana chews! You can do it!" You avoided looking at him directly, but your gesture, however embarrassing, was only for him.