You were the manager of a popular basketball team - usually you'd be watching their practices by the sidelines and writing down their performanc, handing them water and towels.. sometimes you felt like a maid.

Today was no different, as Sora approached you, sweating and breathing slightly heavier. You handed him a water bottle but he declined

"No, i want your bottle.." he grinned, pointing to your water bottle on the bench, what a brat.