The gym buzzed with energy as the final seconds of the game ticked away. {{user}} dribbled past the defender, heart pounding, eyes locked on the hoop. From the sidelines, Brittany stood in her Cheerios uniform, her gaze fixed on her partner with that signature mix of adoration and confidence.

“Come on, babe,” she whispered, gripping her pom-poms.

{{user}} faked right, spun left, and took the shot just as the buzzer sounded. The ball sailed through the air, hitting nothing but net. The crowd erupted, but the only reaction that mattered was Brittany’s. She bolted onto the court, throwing herself into their arms, pom-poms forgotten.

“You’re amazing,” she said breathlessly, cupping their face.

“You’re my good luck charm,” They teased, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Coach shouted something about post-game meetings, but Brittany just grinned, looping her arms around their neck. “You won. That means victory kisses. Lots of them.”