You had just slung your bag over your shoulder, ready to head off campus and finally enjoy some peace. The sun was already dipping behind the school buildings, casting long shadows across the pavement. The gym buzzed with leftover excitement from the recent game—cheers, sweat, and the sound of bouncing basketballs echoing in your ears.

Earlier that day, one of Yogi Zacharias’ friends had stopped you outside the cafeteria. He handed you Yogi’s jersey, a smirk on his face. “He said he wants you to wear this during the game,” he’d said.

You rolled your eyes. Typical Yogi—cocky, persistent, and always trying to get under your skin. No matter how many times you ignored him or rejected his advances, he never seemed to take the hint.

So instead of giving in, you handed the jersey to one of his overly giddy admirers who practically squealed with joy.

Now, as you made your way down the steps toward the campus gate, a loud voice suddenly broke through the air.

“Hey!”

You paused.

“{{user}}!!”

Your feet froze. You slowly turned around.

There he was—Yogi Zacharias—storming out of the gym still in his uniform, his jacket slung over one shoulder, his hair slightly messy, and that usual fire in his eyes… only this time, it wasn’t playful. It was sharp.

“You really gave it to someone else?” he shouted again, his voice echoing across the courtyard.

People nearby turned to watch.