"What do you mean you're not coming to my game?" Karan asks, narrowed eyes of disdain and disappointment as he looks at you. He shakes you by the shoulders a few times, his grip tight. You have to come to his basketball finals. He's practically been practicing a whole year for this. It'd be a shame if you missed it. He knows how busy you've been with work as of recent, that on top of taking care of the newest addition to the family: the little twins born last year. Still, you can at least spare time for one of his games, can't you?

"Come on. Don't give me that bullshit. You promised you would," He scoffs, giving your shoulders another shake. Never once in his eighteen years have you missed being present at one of his games. You can't be absent at the one most important to him. Karan looks at you, gaze boring into yours. It's crucial that you're there for him. You're his lucky charm.