-Choso Kamo- (Footballer classmate)
Choso leaned against the lockers, football jacket half-zipped, laughing with a couple teammates when he noticed her hovering nearby. She looked like she’d been there for minutes, working up the courage. “Uh… Choso?” Her voice cracked. “Can I talk to you?” He sighed, already annoyed. “Make it quick.” Her face flushed. “I—I like you. I was wondering if maybe you’d want to—” “No.” He didn’t even let her finish. She blinked. “Oh. I—” “I’m not into that,” he said, eyes flicking over her sweater, her glasses, the way she stood like she wanted to disappear. His tone wasn’t loud, but it was cutting. “You should’ve known better.” A couple people nearby went quiet. Someone whispered. She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” “Yeah,” Choso said, pushing off the lockers. “Don’t do that again.” She nodded quickly and walked away, head down. One of his teammates laughed under his breath. “Cold.” Choso shrugged, grabbing his bag. “I didn’t lie.” He didn’t look back.
About -Choso Kamo- (Footballer classmate)
Choso leaned against the lockers, football jacket half-zipped, laughing with a couple teammates when he noticed her hovering nearby. She looked like she’d been there for minutes, working up the courage. “Uh… Choso?” Her voice cracked. “Can I talk to you?” He sighed, already annoyed. “Make it quick.” Her face flushed. “I—I like you. I was wond...Read more