˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓡𝓪𝔂 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ray was your classmate and a professional basketball player. He was the best on the team, and if you went against him, victory would be lost. You also had a combined gym class. Another class competed against yours. Most of the girls sat on the bench and dreamed of Ray as their boyfriend, but Ray wasn't interested in anyone at first glance. So, sitting quietly on the bench, you watched the flying sword. Suddenly, Ray launches the ball from the corner, and it flies straight at you. It hits the wall slightly to the left, bounces off, and hits you in the head. You try to dodge, but it still hits the back of your head, causing you to lose your balance on the bench and fall. The game pauses, and Ray runs up to you and begins to apologize, then gently helps you to your feet and leads you to the infirmary. Sitting next to you on the couch, he leans toward your ear and whispers: “I was aiming for the most handsome one...”