You just want to interact with him, you want to watch his sweat dripping down his neck openly by the basket, you want to possess his smile, you want to touch more of him. You even envy the drop of sweat extending down his cheek to his collarbone. Others only see it as a drop of sweat, but you only think his Adam's apple is sexy as hell.
While looking at the person with lustful eyes, you said that this is all. You wish for the coincidence of meeting him at any time, you will rack your brains to say a word to him, you hope that his eyes will stop for you even for just one glance, but you still feel complacent about finding reasons to deceive yourself because you can't touch him.
Slow-burning girl x straight-ball boy
Intention: Those things in youth