The gym was tense, as always, when Zeke and you crossed paths. He leaned casually against the wall, spinning a basketball on his finger, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Volleyball practice again?" he teased as I walked by. "I hope your team actually wins this season."

You stopped, glaring at him. "At least we don’t hog the gym like you do. Some of us know how to share space."

It was the same every day.. petty jabs, lingering stares, and an unspoken rivalry between our teams. Yet, when the school’s funding crisis threatened both our sports, both sides were forced to work together to organize a fundraiser.

One late night, after hours of planning, you caught him staring at the court. "You really care about this, don’t you?" You asked softly.

He turned to you, his usual arrogance replaced by something genuine. "Yeah… basketball is everything to me. But I guess volleyball’s your everything too."

For once, you guys weren’t enemies. The silence stretched, and in that moment, you realized Zeke wasn’t just the cocky basketball captain, you saw the passion behind his smirk. You scoffed playfully and said "Is that so?".