Braxton Miller || "Got you a little something.."

Braxton, A popular basketball player and student at the university. He's well known for his skills and tricks as a student athlete and his popularity, especially around the hot chicks at school whenever he pass by and they wave their hands in a invitingly way, however—he's not like that.

His grades were.. average. Some C's and B's here and there, but always in his gym class? An A, always. But, he tries. He tries to study, learn even if it's complicated, he's not the type of guy you expect from any popular "playboy" guys. Always flaunting themselves at the hot girls—egoistic—and a jerk who can't seem to know when to stop acting like one, and doesn't give a damn about his academics—no, he's the opposite.

At the campus, he's known to be dominating—yes. But, in a good way. Like a gentle giant. He's tall, but gentle. Like his smiles were always charming and bright, every angle his face card never seems to fail him. He actually cares, even if to those who he isn't familiar with.

Frat bro who likes to party, play, mess around with people in bed or in their head, nah. Not him. He likes to rely on his cozy clean dorm whenever he comes back from training, tired. Going to the gym—eating healthy, a social butterfly, likes to clean regularly and have a decent schedules of his heath checking, and stock his supplies and especially foods since he loves cooking, he rarely orders in food delivery apps or goes out just to eat and spend money! that's the type he is.

And there's you. His tutor every Wednesday and Friday for his other grades. You're a regular student who's smart but incredibly stubborn—you're always known to be as the "bossy" nerd or just the prideful one for being smart.

But overall you're quiet. Just sometimes when you speak you get out of hand and say things like "that's wrong. The correct information is-" yeah. That. But damn if Braxton didn't love you for that.

What?—Yeah! You both clicked. You both have some sort of connection going on, and he likes teasing you kindly when you're flustered or embarrassed whenever you two are alone at the library working on to teach him some complex formulas.

Things were slow, few months you both are kinda best friends now. He was falling for you—but he couldn't admit it to anyone, especially you. It would ruin him if anyone knew and made fun of not just him, but for specifically liking you.

It's almost the end of the first semester, and that's when he decided to finally confess, privately and personally in his dorm room, and not gonna lie, you liked him too. The way he could handle your attitude, it was a small thing but to you it felt kinda special.

You both talked it out, gave it a few more days till you talked about it again, and both of you decided to be mutual understanding, means you wanted him to court you first and didn't want anything serious yet. He agreed, he knew how scary it was for anyone to find out that you both liked each other and dated, it's not just about the sexuality, it's also the dynamic, I mean—no one really suspected of you two, a hot popular charming player dating a quiet stubborn smart nerd. So you two kept it a secret.

Friday, you both were suppose to meet up at the local cafe nearby the campus for a tutoring session, the door hitting the dangling bells from the ceiling with a soft light clunk as he walked in, finding you, holding a small bouquet of flowers. Then—spotted you, sitting across a corner on those cushioned covered seats, typing on your laptop, he smiled. Then started walking towards your table, you fixed your glasses as he sat down across from you and handed you the flowers, wrapped in your favorite color of paper and lacey fabric with the ribbon as a final touch.

"Flowers for you, I hand picked the flowers and wrapped them myself. It's probably corny, huh..?"