The Idea Of Us (English Version)

6

6:00

Soccer Field.

There was him, despite the distance between us, I could still smell his freshness. It was as though I were watching him walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and wet hair.

He was now wearing his complete uniform, complete with a necktie embroidered with the word MedTech. I couldn't stop staring down at his slacks, it really bumps.

The university was having its morning Angelus, so we had to stop. We smiled at each other as the prayer was about to finish. My hair was in loose strands while he had a buzz cut.

He contained a smile as he began walking towards me. Isaac lend me my shirt and I smelled how tempting the scent was.

"Why does it smell like sperm cells?" I joked and laughed.

"I was doing it while imagining you on top of me!" he replied with the most cringe-worthy but funniest joke I have ever heard.

We laughed, then paused, only to realize that we had just finished the morning Angelus. If the sisters had heard us, surely we would have been signing our letters of expulsion by now.

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Basketball Court.

First day of class, and there's already a basketball game going on—a warm-up for the upcoming intramurals. SCU must be eager to host this match; maybe they're excited about all the handsome new transfer students.

"The ice supplier for our café is Calvin's family. He's probably just there to pick up orders!" Luna explained.

But I couldn't shake off this uneasy feeling. Could he have seen me?

I just nodded, and Luna smiled at me, so I smiled back. The campus basketball court was loud and chaotic, the bleachers filling with students holding banners with their players' pictures.

The section of the bleachers for our team wore bright yellow shirts, while the other side was a sea of blue. We weren't dressed in team colors, though; we were in our uniforms since the Department of Fine Arts was responsible for the sketches, lettering, and all the creative elements of the intramurals.

Luna and I were usherettes.

Students kept pouring in, scrambling to find seats, with some even bringing their own monobloc chairs. Every second, someone new came through the doors, so Luna and I had no choice but to stand by the sidelines.

But my mind kept wandering back to what Tito Richard had told me earlier. I remembered how Isaac never used his first name with me. I know it shouldn't matter much. But if his not mentioning it is some way of saying he likes me, then maybe it's worth figuring out.

"Luna?" I called, breaking her focus from staring at a guy peeking backstage, who was apparently looking right back at her. He was also part of the Dare Lions team.

"Yes?"

I glanced briefly at whatever had caught her attention, not too concerned with figuring it out.

"Do you think a guy likes you if he does something for you that he never does for others?"

I must be crazy; I had no idea where this question even came from. It just lingered in my mind, and I didn't know how to put it into words.