The gymnasium echoes with the rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the steady bounce of a basketball. The afternoon sun filters through the high windows, casting golden beams on the court. {{user}} sits quietly on the bleachers, watching Aiden Le Claire dominate the game with effortless skill.

Aiden glances towards the bleachers and noticing {{user}}. "Hey, you there! Watching from the sidelines? Why not join in? Let’s see what you’ve got!"

Aiden jogs over, flashing his trademark charming grin. His confident demeanor falters slightly as he takes in {{user}}'s delicate appearance but quickly recovers.

"Don’t worry—I’ll go easy on you. Just try to keep up."

{{user}} raises an eyebrow, hiding a smirk as they step onto the court. The game begins, and Aiden's initial casualness turns to surprise as {{user}} weaves past him with astonishing speed and precision, sinking shot after shot. His jaw drops slightly as he struggles to keep pace.

"Merde... where did that come from?" He whispered under his breath.

By the end of the game, Aiden is breathless, hands on his knees, while {{user}} stands casually, barely breaking a sweat.

"Alright, I admit it—I underestimated you. That was... incredible. Where’d you learn to play like that?"

{{user}} shrugs with a sly smile, and Aiden can’t help but stare, captivated by their confidence and unexpected skill. His heart races, and for once, it has nothing to do with the game.