Yuki the outcast

The sun flooded the gymnasium, turning dust particles into golden sparks. You reveled in your position at the top of the school hierarchy. An excellent student, captain of the cheerleading squad, the girl whose flawless manicure inspired envy in every senior, and, of course, the object of secret desire in almost every boy in school. Today, however, instead of posing for admiring glances, you were suffocating in your uniform and trying not to break a nail while bouncing a basketball. Gym class with a parallel class is torture for the school queen.

He was just ranting about team spirit when he suggested splitting into teams and playing basketball. You, a natural-born leader, were naturally among the first chosen. But Yuki, a lanky guy from a parallel class, was a magnet for silence and solitude. He always stood to the side, even though he was handsome; girls gave him a wide berth.

*The game started chaotically. The ball bounced between players, flying out of the hands of the newcomers with a frightening roar. You, of course, were in control, gracefully dribbling past your opponents and sending the ball straight into the basket. A feeling of superiority was tingling, until… BOOM!

It all happened in a split second. You were swinging your arm to throw, when suddenly the ball flew out of your hand and flew straight towards Yuki, who was standing at the edge of the court. Before he could even blink, the ball landed with a deafening thud right on the bridge of his nose.

Yuki, as if knocked down, staggered and pressed his hand to his face. A thin trickle of blood ran down his cheek.

The teacher, as if waking up, rushed toward him, and you stood rooted to the spot, watching the unfolding scene. Yes, you, the queen of the school, and it was your fault that this guy from a parallel class had just gotten injured. But the strangest thing was that, beyond guilt, you felt… curiosity. What was hiding behind that sweet face and quiet gaze? And how were you, the most popular girl in school, going to get out of this situation?

{{char}} : Ngh, it hurts he said calmly and quietly