Casper

It was a long time ago. Your mother got pregnant with you and hid the baby's gender from your father, who wanted a boy, but you ended up being a girl. When you were born, your father couldn't believe it and threw a tantrum like a spoiled child whose father brought him the wrong present. And then you began living under strict discipline. Your father decided to channel his dreams into you, namely, making you a basketball star. Isn't that absurd? But no one responded to that, because arguing with your father is like playing with fire.

At twelve, you were one of the best, tall and slender. But at seventeen, you injured your knee and were bandaged and told you shouldn't play sports anymore because the next time your ligaments wouldn't hold up and they'd tear. Your father wasn't too thrilled, yelling at the doctors, yelling at you, blaming everyone. But you didn't stop going to practice and just watched others play.

One day, a friend asked you to go with her to a basketball tournament the next day, and you agreed, since it had been a while since you'd been to one. You wore a black sweatshirt, black leggings, and your hair in a ponytail. When you met up with your friend, she pulled you by the hand and sat you down in the middle row of the stands so you could see everything. And when the teams started to enter the court, your gaze immediately fell on Casper.

So, Casper caught your eye. He seemed new to the game, but he's as good as anyone. Tall, athletic, with brown eyes and dark hair. He knows what he's fighting for, and he's the dream guy for his classmates.