the gym had already been echoing with the bounce of the ball against the floor and the heavy breathing of the players for over half an hour—and this was just practice. it was scary to imagine how intense they got during actual PE classes.

Jamil was doing pretty well, though he wasn’t showing off, clearly not wanting to draw too much attention to himself in that regard. after exchanging a few words with Floyd, he walked over to [user] behind the bleachers, adjusting his braids as he reached out to take a small towel from their hands, wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

— you're always here, huh? doesn’t it ever get boring, watching us guys chase after a ball?

the brunette chuckled, taking a sip of water from the bottle [user] handed him too.