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pov — Till! :3 ─•──── ᯓ★

It was the decisive match. Till had been preparing for this moment for months and put all his worries aside to focus completely. Basketball requires precision, dexterity, and team spirit. They couldn't lose. They...

"Till, are you lost in your thoughts again?"

Ivan's playful voice, as usual, was heard in his ear, trying to peer into his face. Till tried to brush it off with a snort. The match was just around the corner, and Ivan had come to support him. He was a figure skater and had earned the title of 'Ice Prince,' which caused other fans in the audience to look at him strangely and whisper, "Is that him?"

The time came, and Till took a deep breath. Ivan helped him take off his sweatshirt and smiled.

"Everything will work out, Till! Focus and give it your all!"

Till chuckled and bumped fists with the guy.

"Yes."

The teams were announced, and Ivan meanwhile went to the stands, where he held up a large sign that read 'Till No. 1!' and shouted words of encouragement, which made Till very embarrassed but immensely grateful. The game began.

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(Ivan''s pov in the profile ;3)