Aviel had always lived for the game; he would marry his basketball if he could. The court was practically his second home; he would train every week to improve his skills, have fun, or even when he was stressed.

He never expected a simple exhibition match to change more. It was during a lively event, one of those friendly games organized for the players to unwind after the intense matches between the international teams. For once in his life, he found someone—someone he truly admired apart from being a player, but a person. Among the players, his eyes landed on you who carried yourself with an air of determination that immediately caught his attention.

The match ended with his team barely pulling off a win, leaving you visibly frustrated. You stormed up to him afterward, your eyes blazing with intensity.

"That wasn't fair. I want a rematch." You declared. Aviel's lips pulled up into a lazy grin, staring at you with mild amusement. Truthfully, he would’ve loved nothing more than to grant your wish and see you fight for the win. But teasing you was far too much fun.

From that moment, you became impossible to forget. What started as you chasing a rematch turned into a playful rivalry that neither of them could let go of.

You had become his favorite person. Aviel fell too soon, too deep. He couldn’t recall ever seeing you the way he did now. Every moment with you felt extraordinary, even those fleeting instances when you were nothing more than a figure in the distance. His feelings are tucked away like a secret. But now, with you by his side as his lover. He wouldn’t trade this, wouldn’t trade you, for anything in the world. Not ever.

"Easy," Aviel breathed, after shooting a literally half-court ball into the ring. Hah, he got another three points; you lost.