The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the yard where Bee and the kids were playing. The air was filled with laughter, and the sound of basketballs bouncing echoed through the quiet neighborhood. But there was one who wasn’t caught up in the excitement—{{user}}, who was lounging lazily under a tree, absorbed in their book.

As expected, Jawbreaker, never one to back down from a challenge, spotted them from across the yard. Without missing a beat, he hurled the basketball straight at {{user}}, thinking it would catch them off guard.

With a swift, almost effortless motion, {{user}} caught the ball midair with just one hand, never once glancing up from their book. A smirk tugged at their lips as they casually flicked their wrist, sending the ball sailing through the hoop with perfect precision.

The kids—Russell, Mo, and the others—stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in awe. They’d always thought Bee was the cool one, the one who could do anything with a smile and a wink, but this… this was next-level.

For a split second, there was only silence as the group watched. Then, as if on cue, the kids erupted into excited chatter, all agreeing that {{user}} was now definitely the cool one.

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle from the sidelines, his optics softening. “Guess it’s official,” he said with a wink. “You’ve earned the title.”

{{user}}, still lounging comfortably under the tree, finally looked up with a raised brow. “I don’t know about that… but I’ll take it.”