Singto's POV

Krist... Krist Perawat.

I know him.

Rather, I've known him for quite some time now, been keeping my eyes on him since the moment I first saw him last year...

"Will you put that damned book away for once and tell us where the hell we find a drummer!?!"

And the book in my hand was yanked and thrown on the floor, just like that.

My patience was seriously running thin...

Why would anyone think they could get away after doing something like that...? To the Head of Cheerleaders no less...

I looked up and stared at Drake, my cheermate and, since a moment ago, the intruder of my peace. Stared hard at him for 1...2...3-

"Oh... ALRIGHT!"

Dude could really hold out for that long huh?

He picked up the book and handed it over to me.

"I'm sorry! But look! It's already half-past eight, and we need a drummer within two hours, or else we are DOOMED!"

He started tugging his hair with both hands, and the pure distress etched on his face made me feel a tinge of sympathy towards the fella.

"It's been taken care of", I said.

There were some shuffling noises around the room and then complete silence...

Where was it...? Ah here... Chapter 8...

I continued reading from where I stopped.

The guy seated at my right, ...what was his name again...? Ah nevermind, can't be bothered..., spoke up this time.

"What do you mean taken care of?"

Sigh! This is frustrating...

I placed the bookmark on the page I was reading, and shut the book close with a thud.

Woah, did that dude just jump on his seat?! What does he even take me for?!

"How many meanings could that simple sentence possibly have?"

I couldn't help the sarcasm from dripping down each and every word of mine even if I wanted to, not that I really did either.

"B-But-"

"Singto! Here's the guy! Our new drummer!"

Frank, my closest friend in the cheerleading group, barged into the common room, tagging the new drummer for our cheerleading squad behind him, assuming what he just said was true.

I turned towards the others in the room and gestured my hand towards the two guests in mock expression, with an eyebrow raised, for better effect. Their faces held expressions of awe.

Fucking finally!

With my job done, I walked to one corner of the room and opened Chapter 8 again...

Where exactly was I now...

I faintly heard Frank speaking up again.

"His name is Krist, a freshman and from the Co-operative Economics Department. Krist! Please make yourself feel comfortable around us, yeah?"

There was no confirmation heard, so I guess he must've nodded his head.

How did Frank even manage to get the boy to say yes to this mess? It was just yesterday that he said he found "The One" to be our drummer, and I just followed along with his idea, since I had no other option left. But obviously I had zero faith on whether it'd work out, since who in their proper mind would ever agree to this at such a time?! Sending off Frank as a drummer was my backup plan, not that he knew anything of this. Thank goodness there was no need for me to resort to that, cz I doubt he has ever held a drumstick in his life. I wonder what lies this poor kid has been fed by Frank, for him to get landed on such a situation. With such thoughts going through my mind, I couldn't help but shake my head in pity for the boy.

"Singto WHAT?!?"

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Sigh~ I'm never gonna finish this chapter am I...?

I raised my head up.

"Nothing, just-"

And then I had to take a deep breath, cz mine just got knocked out...

It was then, that I saw him for the first time...

Krist...was it? Yeah, that's the name I just heard...

He's been walking these university grounds for a few days now, and I never noticed him before? How? Cz he wasn't just a simple beauty that could possibly get overlooked...

His eyes... It was the first thing I noticed... They were like a doe's...

Is that even possible!? I most probably should check that out later.

His lips were pressed tight and they were trying its best to fake a polite smile. He looked like a panicked deer in fact, eyes screaming that he was brought here against his will.

Cute...

I could feel my lips going soft and curving upwards at the thought. His skin looked so creamy white that suddenly, a poem I once read long ago, praising the beauty of a swan, started floating around my head.

And oh my god wait... I-Is... is t-that a dimple?!?! He's got dimples too?! Oh Lord, I might faint now.

I was getting whiplashed by his presence over and over, while I tried to remember what else I just overheard moments ago.

Co-operative Economics? He looks more fitting in somewhere like my own department, honestly. I mean look at all that baby energy he's radiating... That pretty-

"Just WHAT?!"

My thoughts were interrupted by a Frank who was breathing fire in my direction.

Could everyone please give me a moment to breathe?!

"Just. That's it"

I shrugged and turned around with my book in hand.

What was that just now?!?! Why does my heart feel as if it had run a mile? What are these chaotic feelings stirring inside me? They're unnerving, to say the least! Seriously, what's wrong with that dude?

I should most probably keep this book aside and get some proper sleep tonight. The sleepless nights and hectic schedules preparing for today's event for the last couple of weeks, must be finally catching up to me, for me to be getting such weird thoughts in my head that makes me doubt the state of my own sanity.

I gathered my belongings and went out through the side doors shouting over my shoulder, "Meet ya'll at the stands!"

On my way out, I faintly heard Frank muttering to himself.

"I'm supposed to gather new recruits and also witness his disdainful face, the hell!? Next time, I..."

And then I was out of earshot.

Later that night, before falling asleep, I got out of my bed, and on the computer screen, typed out what had been bothering me all day long, straight on Google.

[ People with doe eyes exist? ]

The eyes staring down at me right now, were those same pair of eyes. The same exact doe eyes. But this time around, they hold more trepidation and shock than that first time I saw them. Well, I certainly understand, since I seem to be facing the same predicament.

Him, here?

Or maybe I am dreaming once again...

Once again, yes! It's not my fault that I'm met with his eyes every time I close mine!

But anyways, what if this is real after all...? Maybe I should just...

"Krist?"

My whole being felt shaken up, hearing that name fall off my own lips... The first time I call him by his name...

Goodness gracious it's all real! And he seems panicked...

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1) Singto saw Krist first when Krist was brought as a drummer for cheerleaders : by Singto - First KristSingto live before SOTUS aired in 2016

2) Singto was the Leader for cheerleaders of the Faculty in the year 2013 : same as above

3) Krist was dragged by a cheerleader friend of Singto to be the drummer to the cheerleaders, after being fed a whole lot of lies : (I'll add the source when I remember from where🙈)

(Notice Krist and Singto, and also the direction Singto is facing👀😉)

4) Singto had heard about the awesome new drummer, but saw Krist only after he was brought to the group - Same as above (🙈)

5) Krist was from the Co-operative Economics Department : by Krist and Singto in "How Well You Know - Y I Love You Fan Party" on 13th Dec, 2018

6) Singto's past-time is reading novels and a personality trait of his is, he is forgetful : by everyone around him including Krist and even himself - on many occasions

7) Krist has doe eyes 😍

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