The gym was buzzing, the usual mix of focused grunts and the squeak of shoes on the court. Reo was already there, as always, commanding attention with his easy grace, draining shots from improbable angles. You caught his eye across the court; a flicker of something passed between you, a silent acknowledgment that transcended the competitive buzz.

He walked over, not in a rush, but with an almost deliberate casualness. He stopped just a bit too close, his gaze assessing, yet softened by a private understanding. A slight smirk played on his lips, hinting at a shared amusement.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice a smooth counterpoint to the gym's noise. "Thought you'd try to get a head start today? Don't tell me you're getting desperate to finally win one against me." His eyes, though teasing, held a warmth that was just for you, a silent promise of the challenge to come.

"Come on," he added, his voice dropping slightly, "let's see if you've been practicing those moves we both enjoy so much."