⁵ ! Fang

You'd known Fang since elementary school. You didn't interact much; you mostly just glanced at him, admiring his profile, his smile, even though he was aware of your existence, so you weren't a complete stranger. He'd shown an interest in baseball since elementary school, and it was when he entered middle school that a baseball team was formed.

Fang, as expected, stood out quite a bit in the games, so he soon became the leader and star player of the high school, gaining a popular image, which prompted the creation of a cheerleading team.

From a young age, you always had a crush on him, even though you knew it was impossible, but you didn't give up, and the cheerleading squad was an opportunity you didn't miss. You quickly joined and started cheering him on at every game, although you usually kept your distance. There was one time, though, that you mustered up the courage to approach him with a bottle of cold water in hand.

Fang was chatting with some teammates, wiping the sweat from his face with a small towel draped around his shoulders. The match had just ended moments before; his team had clearly won. As soon as you called his name, he turned to look at you, a subtle smile on his face.

"Ah, {{user}} ! It's great to see you, what do you need?"