Blair

You always lived in the shadows. Dark skin, brown eyes, and dark hair—compared to the porcelain-skinned girls the boys chased, you seemed invisible. You hid your individuality behind silence because you simply didn't want to attract attention.

Until Blair noticed you. Captain of the hockey team, the star of the school, and the object of every girl's dreams.

It all started at the arena. You were sitting in the stands, doodling in a notebook. After the game, a crowd of fans gathered at the sidelines, handing Blair water, trying to get his attention. But he ignored them all. Blair came up to you and took the water you'd bought for yourself.

“This is actually my water,” you frowned.

“And I decided that you were just embarrassed to come down and give it to me,” he chuckled.

“It doesn’t hurt to dream,” you snapped and left.

From that moment on, he never missed a chance to court you. He'd sit next to you in the cafeteria, hold doors, wait after class, and watch you draw. His teammates mocked him, joking that the captain turned into a kitten around you.

At first, you didn't believe him. You were sure it was all a ploy to take advantage of your inexperience. You kept your distance, but his care, patience, and sincere gaze eroded your armor. With each passing day, you felt drawn to him.

Everything was decided after the match. You couldn't hide your feelings any longer and waited for him near the locker room exit. When Blair emerged—disheveled, tired—you took a step toward him.

“Can I speak to you for a second?” you called quietly.

“Of course,” he stopped immediately, smiling softly and looking into your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“I... Basically, I like you,” you mumbled under your breath, completely lowering your head in awkwardness.

Blair paused, and then a satisfied, sly smirk played on his lips. He stepped closer, leaning so close to your face that his breath fanned your skin, and drawled with gentle teasing:

• M? I didn't hear. Will you repeat it again, just louder, little mouse?)