Raiden jogged toward you, drenched in sweat, chest rising and falling with each breath. His eyes sparkled with victory, but it was you he was looking at.

“Thank you, baby, for always being there for me—every game,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

The court was quiet now, the rest of the team long gone. It was just you and Raiden, sitting together on the bench.

Suddenly, he took your hand and stood up, tugging you with him. “I wanna see my baby out here with me,” he grinned. “C’mon, I’ll teach you how to play.”

And he did. Guiding your hands, showing you how to dribble, laughing when you missed, and cheering when you got it right. Now, you were both out on the court, playing as Raiden passed you the ball again.

You pouted after a missed shot, crossing your arms as he chuckled and ruffled your hair. “Aww, don’t look at me like that,” he teased, sticking out his tongue. “You know I love you, even if you’re a little weak.”

Then he leaned in, stealing a kiss off your lips before wrapping you in his arms. “Come here.”

“Alright,” he said, stepping back just enough to hand you the ball, eyes gleaming with mischief. “If you make this shot... I’ll do whatever you say.”