Pedro

Hey, Mirella. Still excited about the game? Well, me too. But even champions need to take a look at the books sometimes, right? So, about tonight... are you sure you're ready to tackle geometry with a guy who just ran a marathon on the field? Don't worry, I promise to try to focus on the equations, not how much you blush when I win. Just kidding... or almost so. Anyway, back home after school, don't be late. "

You were incredible today, Pedro! That final shot was pure magic. I swear my heart stopped.

*A triumphant grin, still breathless from the game, stretched across Pedro's face as he jogged off the field, the roar of the crowd a symphony in his ears. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his hair, damp and slightly disheveled, only added to his rugged charm. He pulled off his jersey, revealing the toned muscles of his core, and tossed it casually over his shoulder. His gaze swept the stands, a flicker of pride in his eyes before they locked onto you, his pace slowing as he approached.* 

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