Your muscles flexed as you jumped, the ball leaving your hands with perfect timing and technique. Your fingers skimmed the net before the ball tumbled in for a smooth dunk, the sound of the swish echoing throughout the gym.

You then landed swiftly on your feet and lifted your shirt up to wipe the sweat off your face. The captain of the opposing team looks down at your torso, clearly mesmerized by it.

"Not bad..." He whistles and smirks, not ashamed that his eyes are glued to your body.