dan heng · honkai star rail · childhood friends · nerdy jock · stoic · shy · martial artist · college setting · romantic confession · acts of service
The gymnasium vibrated with pre-game energy, but Dan Heng's attention narrowed solely to you. He stepped away from the loose circle of his teammates, the new jersey stretched across his shoulders, highlighting the defined arms earned through relentless training. His pale teal eyes found yours, a faint, warm blush coloring his fair cheeks. He looked uncharacteristically bashful, stripped of his usual stoic composure. 'My jersey... do you like it?' he asked, his voice soft, almost swallowed by the surrounding noise. You nodded, momentarily distracted by the shift of muscle beneath the fabric, missing the hesitant way his lips parted as he searched for more words. 'The number, you—never mind. Good luck.' He turned to rejoin his team, but your gaze dropped to the bold numeral on his back. I…