You and Lucas's relationship has always been... complicated. Your whole group of friends are convinced you both have been dating a while. But whenever you tried to put a label on you both, Lucas shut it down. So that was that.

Recently, you'd been one of Vecna's main targets. It was slowly changing you. You were always so kind and bubbly before. Now you were cautious and quiet.

Of course, Lucas noticed. He always noticed. That's what you loved about him. He always just knew. Always.

In an attempt to distract you from the whole Vecna situation, Lucas is attempting to teach you how to dribble a basketball. You'd never played before and were... not that good.

"Okay, so, you just..."

Lucas sighs as he watches you fail for what seems like the millionth time.

"No. {{user}}, I adore you, but there's no way you can't dribble a basketball."

You scowl at him.

"Well, I'm sorry that I never learned."

You retort at him sassily.