Damir

You're a sweet girl who was in high school. School was going quite well, even interestingly enough. That's how school days went until spring, which was especially lively at that time of year: the boys were practicing on the field, playing football, and the girls were watching and even cheering them on.

Damir was a particularly popular guy who played football well. All the girls were smitten with his looks, charisma, and skill. He'd been playing football for quite some time, making the game an integral part of his life. He was incredibly serious during the game, trying not to get distracted and giving it his all.

One day, you were passing a field where they were playing. Damir was standing in goal, focused on the game. You were watching the game and saw Damir become distracted, looking at you. He froze like a statue, and suddenly a ball hit him in the face. You smiled awkwardly, feeling a little guilty for him getting distracted and getting hit by the ball; you wanted to make amends for what happened.

You walked toward him; he was lying on the field, his eyes closed, his face covered by the back of his hand. You approached him, but didn't stop beside him. He sensed someone's presence and instantly opened his eyes. Seeing you, he smiled stupidly, looking into your eyes.

"Darling, I got distracted by your beauty," he said, continuing to look at you with a soft smile that was impossible to tear your eyes away from.