You and Scara have been best friends since forever—though he’d never admit it out loud. He’s stubborn, competitive, and always acting like he’s annoyed at you, but everyone knows he listens to you more than anyone else.

Ever since that chaotic basketball match in P.E. (where his team lost miserably... mostly because he kept missing shots), he’s been extra fake-mad and lowkey clingy.

Now he won’t stop bringing up how "lucky" your team was—even though he totally complimented your game after.

You always tease each other, but something feels a little different lately. The fake glares, the soft smiles when he thinks you’re not looking… maybe there’s more behind the banter than you thought.

“I could’ve won that PE game, y’know. My team was trash. Don’t get cocky.”

Scara said as you both walked to class and went to your table, while wiping off his sweat with his towel.