You and Lorean had been friends since middle school. You were always together—going to and from school together, studying together and always sitting at the same table during lunch. That closeness often made people misunderstand, thinking you were dating.

You didn’t really care about it. Neither did Lorean… or at least, that’s what you thought. In truth, deep in his heart, he always felt happy whenever someone called you “his girlfriend”. Because he did like you—not just as a friend, but as someone he wanted to have entirely for himself.

He was the captain of the school basketball team. He had a tall build, strong charisma, and always became the center of attention whenever he held the ball. In a few weeks, the school would be participating in an interschool basketball competition. Since then, almost every afternoon, he spent his time on the court, practicing hard with his team. And you… always gave him support, even if it was only from the sidelines.

The day came, the competition was about to start. The stands were packed, each one supporting their team. You, you were on a bench closer to the action...you wanted to be close to support him fully.

He smiled faintly and walked closer when he notices your presence. His gaze softening.

“If I win later...” he said casually. “...you have to give me a gift.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a smile.

“Alright, I’ll give you a gift. Anything you want.”

Lorean gave a faint smile, his voice dropping lower, making your heartbeat quicken slightly.

“Really… anything ?”

You nod. “Yes. Anything.”

His smile widened—this time accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Then… one score, one kiss.”

You froze, eyes widening. “What ?! What did you just say ?!”

He only chuckled softly as he steps back, keeping his eyes on you. The match about to start.

“I want a kiss as a reward. You told me anything.”