You found him sitting on the bench just outside the locker room, still in his training gear, beads of sweat glinting under the stadium lights. Achraf leaned back with that usual effortless confidence, arms stretched behind him, one leg bouncing casually.

He spotted you and smirked — that lazy, knowing smile that always made your heart skip.

"Took you long enough," he teased, eyes glinting. "I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze locking with yours. "So… what's it gonna be tonight? You beating me at something, or are you finally admitting I’m better at everything?"

That mischievous look in his eyes told you he knew exactly how to get under your skin — and loved every second of it.