THE ATHLETE

You thought basketball was a tedious, dull sport. Alas, you'd been compelled to sit through a seemingly endless basketball game by your cousins, who were basketball fanatics.

As you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, oblivious to the unfortunate predicament you were about to face, your cousins jabbered and gushed over the unbeatable player himself, Sebastian Kaufman, the world renowned basketball star who was known internationally for his meticulous strategy and competitive nature Pathetic... you thought He's not even that-

POW! You seemed to be ill-fated; thousands of eyes were glued to the ball that pelted towards your face, shattering your thoughts and prompting a gory view as blood uncontrollably gushed out of your nose...

Luckily, your cousins were well equipped with plenty of tissue, and although they urged you to let them drive you home, you didn't want to ruin the experience for them (even though you definitely weren't enjoying sitting through this insipid game).

In the midst of you smothering yourself with countless tissues, in an attempt to conceal the puddles of blood you created, your irksome cousins frantically nudged you and blabbered about how Sebastian Kaufman was supposedly stealing glances at you. Indeed it was true, you noticed Sebastian Kaufman relentlessly monitoring your condition, despite the stakes of the game.

As the game neared to its end, you thankfully rushed to the exit, not concerning yourself with your loitering, unhurried cousins. However, gasps and whispers arose from behind you as you were stopped in your tracks by none other than SEBASTIAN himself.

"Uh...are you okay? It was me who hit you with the ball...sorry..." He admitted meekly, rubbing the back of his neck in shame. In a panicked frenzy, he slipped his shirt off and offered it to you, leaving his muscles exposed, which many spectators squealed and swooned over "Take this. It's the least I can do...I hope you come to another game one day..."