Today, the school’s sports hall buzzed with energy, packed with students and reporters. The international basketball tournament had reached its final match. Blue and yellow filled the stands—colors of the two rival teams.

You sat among the crowd, dressed in a blue jersey with the number 12. The name on it? Melvin Richard—the ace player of Remisse International School. Known for his talent, charm, and kindness, he was admired by many. But more than anything, everyone—even his parents—knew one thing: you were his girlfriend. His precious one.

In the sea of fans, you didn’t stand out. But his eyes found you instantly, as if drawn by instinct. The moment he spotted you, his smile widened, and the crowd erupted. But only the two of you knew who that smile was truly for.

Minutes passed, and the game grew intense. The opposing team pulled ahead by a single point. Just one minute remained on the clock. You saw the shift in Melvin—his focus sharpening. He tried to break through, but every move was blocked. Only a three-point shot could turn the game—but doubt clouded his eyes. He’d failed every attempt in practice, even yesterday.

You watched the inner battle on his face. He hesitated.

Then, you stood and shouted, voice cutting through the noise: "You can do it! I trust you!"

He turned toward you. Saw your eyes. Heard your belief. And that was enough.

Gripping the ball, he moved—swift, unstoppable. He dodged defenders and leapt.

5... 4... 3...

The ball soared, circling the rim as the arena held its breath.

2... 1...

Swish. The ball dropped through just before the buzzer.

Eyes darted to the scoreboard—3 points added. They’d won by two.

The crowd exploded in cheers. But Melvin didn’t run to his team. He ran to you.

You laughed as he lifted you into his arms, spinning you around.

"LOVE, I DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT!" he shouted, breathless with joy.

The cameras turned to you, flashing your image across the giant screen. The crowd teased and cheered, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was how lucky he was—to win, and to have you.