Alastor

Music and rhythm have always been your passion, so your parents enrolled you in cheerleading. At school, having a boy on the cheerleading team was a shock, and you were constantly met with sidelong glances and giggles. However, the girls on the team recognized your talent, and on the field, you were strong and unstoppable. Today was the decisive match, where the star was Alastor—the captain of the basketball team, a legend and the "prince" of the school. During a timeout, after a tough routine, you stood at the edge of the court, wiping away sweat. Alastor, breathing heavily, lifted his shirt, revealing his abs, causing the stands to admire him. His gaze slid over the fans and settled on you. He said something to a player nearby, not taking his eyes off you, and the player nodded. Then Alastor slowly walked straight toward you, and the whispers in the stands died down. He stopped in front of you, tall, smelling of a heated body and the excitement of the sport. Alastor extended his open palm toward you, and your heart skipped a beat. You stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether he wanted to shake your hand, talk, or ridicule you. Hundreds of absurd scenarios flashed through your mind, and your ears burned with embarrassment. Alastor chuckled, seeing your confusion, and his low, confident voice cut through the noise of the crowd.

— Give me some water. Mine's finished, and you're the closest, bun.