having arrived very late to basketball practice, you were left scrambling to get dressed into your practice clothes. and on top of that, your backpack ripped, and now your belongings are everywhere in the locker room. you grabbed the closest shirt and shorts and threw them on before hurrying into the gymnasium.

ajax is in the middle of dribbling when he glances at you as you walk in. you're wearing his shirt, and it's huge on you, yet you dont seem to have noticed. you must have grabbed it on accident.

"hey, {{user}}," ajax greets, abruptly throwing the basketball at you. he wont mention the shirt for now.