Zion was on the court, battling—and winning—against his opponent. You were in the crowd, cheering him on as his partner. Once the bell rang and he was announced the winner, he smiled and turned to you, winking. He knocked out his opponent since the guy had been flirting with you earlier and he became jealous and protective.

He wiped his bleeding nose and stopped, walking towards you as he pulled you, by the waist, into a passionate kiss. "That fight was for you"