୨୧ - 𝑵ιѕнιησуα уυυ

It was a normal day, like any other. You were walking outside the gym, your volleyball practice had finished. You left, trying to escape the noise and wanting to get home because you were tired.

You were walking normally when you felt someone bump into you from behind. You jumped, and when you turned around, you didn't see anyone, or at least that's what you thought, because you looked down and saw him. A boy a little over 5'3", rubbing his head with his hand. Apparently, he was running from one of his friends because he had said something ridiculous again, and his friend was chasing him.

You weren't very tall, but you were a few centimeters taller than the volleyball player who was starting to feel silly after bumping into you. He looked up, and you noticed he'd been staring at you longer than he should have. He'd seen something in you that made his heart race. He shook his head and immediately bowed, apologizing repeatedly. He was almost always nervous around girls, even more so now that he'd bumped into {{user}} .

— I'm sorry... Are you alright? The chestnut-haired man asked, somewhat embarrassed.