My heart beat for singto

Chapter 1

I wanted to write sotus, but it came out this way 😂. I hope you will still enjoy it.

This is a case of love at first sight, so the relationship between the main characters will progress slowly.

And also, the story is rated mature content, read at your own risk

In the university, the hall teemed with first-year students eagerly looking to join the underwater hockey club. Excitement filled the air as they sat on the floor, engaged in hushed conversations amongst themselves. The prospect of becoming a part of this renowned club had ignited a spark within them.

However, a sudden shift in the atmosphere brought about a hush throughout the hall. Five individuals, donning vibrant blue jackets, made their grand entrance. It was evident from their serious demeanor and confident strides that they were the esteemed leaders of the underwater hockey club. As they positioned themselves in front, all eyes were drawn to them, captivated by their presence.

Amongst the five, it was apparent that the individual standing in the middle held a position of authority. His confident stance and commanding aura indicated that he was the president of the hockey club. His mere presence evoked a sense of respect and admiration from the crowd. One could sense the immense responsibility he carried on his shoulders, leading and guiding the aspiring underwater hockey players.

The other four individuals, standing on either side of the president, exuded a similar air of authority. They were undoubtedly the pillars of support for the club, assisting the president in maintaining order, discipline, and teamwork within the team. Their commitment and dedication to the sport were evident through their unwavering focus and determination.

As the silence persisted, the first-year students observed the leaders with awe and reverence. They recognized the significance of these individuals in shaping their hockey journey. The leaders were not just responsible for leading the team on the field but also for fostering a sense of camaraderie, instilling discipline, and nurturing a passion for the sport within each member.

The president began to address the first-year students.

"Sawatdee first-year students," the president's voice boomed across the hall, commanding attention and respect. The words echoed through the room, and in unison, the rest of the first-year students replied with a chorus of "sawatdee kha."

The president of the club, Singto, along with his fellow club members, continued to address the first-year students. Singto introduced himself as the president of the underwater hockey club and was followed by New, the vice-president, wad, oak, and tew, who were both leaders of the club.

After the introductions, Singto took the opportunity to gauge the knowledge of the first-year students by asking if they were familiar with the meaning of underwater hockey. However, to his disappointment, none of the students replied.

Singto knew the lack of response from the students was a potential lack of knowledge about underwater hockey among the newcomers. so, he started to explain.

There was a first-year student, who sat in a corner, his legs crossed just like the other students around him. Amongst the sea of students, he quietly observed the leaders. The boy's eyes were unwavering, locked onto the president without even a hint of a blink.

"Underwater hockey, my friends, is like a crazy awesome combination of swimming, hockey, and pure adrenaline! It's like playing hockey, but underwater, with a twist. Instead of skating on ice, we glide through the water, wearing snorkels, fins, and a whole lot of badassery.

As singto began to explain, The boy's gaze shifted occasionally towards his wristwatch, as if time held some significance to him. Yet, he quickly returned his focus to Singto, as if unable to tear himself away.

"Picture this: you're diving into the deep blue ocean, surrounded by a team of like-minded water warriors, all armed with sticks and ready for action. The goal? To score as many goals as possible, all while holding your breath and maneuvering with grace underwater." New explained

Beside the boy, another boy named Jumpol. Filled with a sense of empathy and a desire to make a connection, jumpol nudged him gently, trying to draw his attention.

"Hi! My name is jumpol," he introduced himself, hoping to initiate a conversation. However, the only response he received was a nonchalant "hmm" as the boy continued to stare at Singto.

Jumpol couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. He longed for friendship, and reaching out to this boy in the corner was his way of trying to make that happen. Jumpol couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

"It's an intense sport that requires teamwork, strategy, and some serious lung capacity. You'll be dodging opponents, passing the puck, and making epic shots, all in a fast-paced, adrenaline-pumping game. It's like an underwater battle, where skill and tactics reign supreme." wad explained

"But it's not just about the game itself. Underwater hockey is also about the camaraderie and the bond you create with your teammates. You'll be part of a close-knit community of water enthusiasts, pushing each other to new depths (literally!) and cheering each other on." oak explained

"So, if you're up for an exhilarating challenge, if you're ready to dive into a whole new world of excitement, then underwater hockey is the sport for you. And let's make a splash together!" tew finished.

"Ahem," Singto began, only to be abruptly interrupted by a jolting alarm blaring from the young boy's wrist watch. The unexpected noise seized everyone's attention, causing all heads to swivel towards the boy perched in the corner.

"Hey nong, seriously, could you please shut that thing up? It's killing the vibe here.

boomed Singto's voice throughout the hall. To everyone's surprise, instead of turning off the alarm, the boy defiantly rose from the corner and made his way towards Singto, causing the entire hall to buzz with hushed whispers. With each step, the alarm continued to blare, creating an awkward symphony within the hall. The boy's determination was palpable as he closed the distance, never faltering in his stride. Finally, he stood before Singto, the alarm still ringing insistently.

"This alarm has nothing to do with your alluring voice, and I won't deactivate it." The handsome young boy maintained direct eye contact with Singto, never once blinking. Singto and his group were taken aback by the boy's boldness, particularly his intense gaze directed at Singto.

The tension in the room was palpable as the boy's words hung in the air. Singto, the leader of the gang, was known for his hot temper and fierce reputation. But this boy, with his audacious stare and confident demeanor, seemed unfazed by the danger he had just placed himself in.

"P' Singto, I regretfully must depart soon as my classes have already commenced. Until next time." He playfully winked at Singto, causing Singto to almost strike the boy, if it weren't for New who restrained Singto, preventing him from doing so.

"Singto, let it go," new said, his voice steady and firm. He gently held Singto's arm, preventing him from retaliating. Singto's muscles tensed, but he reluctantly listened to his friend's advice. Deep down, he knew that causing a scene would only escalate the situation further.

The boy, seemingly unbothered by the near confrontation, flashed a mischievous grin at Singto. This only fueled Singto's anger, but he begrudgingly acknowledged new's wisdom and suppressed his urge to retaliate.

As the boy walked away, Singto's gang released a collective breath they hadn't realized they were holding. They knew that Singto's decision to let it go was the wisest course of action. Engaging in a physical altercation would only bring trouble and potentially harm their reputation further. Especially when they get physically involved with the first-year student

As the room settled into a tense silence, Singto's mind raced with questions. Who was this boy? What made him so bold and fearless? And why did he stop himself from punching that stupid grin off the boy's face. This boy was nothing but trouble