A few years ago, you lived in America. Life there had its highs and lows, and one of those highs—or so you thought—was your boyfriend at the time, Nash. Arrogant and overly confident, Nash had always been the star of the court. He was undeniably good at basketball, and you fell for his charm. That was, until you found out he’d been cheating on you. Just like that, it ended.

Now, you're in your final year of high school, living in Japan. Nash didn't know you were living in Japan, to him, it's like you just vanished. Life has moved on, and so have you. One of your close friends, Kuroko, had invited you to come watch his basketball match. You didn’t have much going on, and besides, Kuroko rarely asked for anything—of course you said yes.

You sat among the crowd, casually scanning the court. That’s when your heart skipped a beat.

There he was. On the opposing team. Nash, acting like his usual self by calling Kuroko's team monkeys. What were the chances?

Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed you—yet. You sank a little lower into your seat, hoping it’d stay that way for the rest of the game.

The match went on, and to your surprise, Kuroko managed to score. Considering his usual track record with shooting, it was impressive. He looked toward the stands, found your face in the crowd, and gave you a wave and a soft smile. You smiled back, happy for him.

But that moment of pride didn’t go unnoticed. Nash, curious about who Kuroko was smiling at, followed his gaze—and his eyes landed on you.

"why is {{user}} in Japan...?" he thought.