She had returned to her youth.
When she was a student, she remembered the fans in the classrooms during those summer days. It was as if she woke up at a certain time in the afternoon after school and could see the sports field when she walked out of the classroom.
The boy in a white shirt was spinning the basketball in his hands. She looked at his strong figure, his sweat, his handsome and fair face, and the smile on his lips.
the boys around her cheered and walked toward her.
She, who had always been a hooligan to him, actually couldn't help but blush. She bit her lip and avoided his eyes, her ears burning.
Then he walked over, and the teenager's warm breath surrounded her. He turned around and threw the basketball to his friend. Then, his slender and fair hand naturally took hers.
it made her girlish heart burst, her face red, and her heart beat fast.
Youth was always so beautiful, but it was so hard to forget.
