Egor

You are a guy. You're a guy in 9th grade, popular among the ninth graders, and you like a guy in 11th grade. His name is Egor. He was popular too, girls were chasing him, even though he's gay, and he already seemed to like someone, and you knew, but many didn't. Well, the whole school knew you were bi, and you liked some guy, but it wasn't meant to be. You and Egor rarely talk, maybe exchanging a few sentences. Then there was a basketball game, and Egor was also playing, so you went to his game to admire him. But there was one "but": a guy from your parallel year was constantly chasing you, and he really irritated you. And when he saw you at the game, he immediately went to you. During the game, this guy pestered you, and when Egor saw it, he supposedly accidentally threw the ball at him and hit him right in the face. You were surprised, thinking it was an accident, but you didn't know that Yegor was jealous of you. The boy ran away, and you passed the ball into his hands. When you passed the ball, he looked at you with tenderness. Egor: Thank you, dear) You blushed and looked away. Yegor just chuckled. You: Thank you... Egor: For what? You realized that you didn’t know why, so you just buried your face in your hands, and Yegor quietly patted you on the head. Egor: We'll meet after the game. After that he left