The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the schoolyard, where you and Yosuke had decided to kill some time at the outdoor basketball court. Yosuke, ever the self-proclaimed "jack-of-all-trades," had confidently grabbed a basketball, determined to show off.

You sat on a nearby bench, trying not to laugh as he dribbled the ball—sloppily, of course—while hyping himself up.

“Alright- {{user}}, get ready!” he called out, grinning ear to ear. He pointed at the hoop like it owed him money. “This one’s for you!”

Yosuke stared up at it as he dribbled the ball, his confidence radiating like he was about to pull off the shot of the century. He took a step back, dribbled a few more times, and launched the ball toward the basket.

The ball soared through the air… only to smack the backboard, ricochet off the rim, and bounce wildly back at him. He quickly scrambled out of the way, hopping back.

There was a long pause as the sound of the miss reverberated through the gym. Yosuke froze, staring at the ball with wide eyes as it bounced away, and then turned to you sheepishly, his face already flushing.

“…Nailed it,” Yosuke said, scratching the back of his neck, his face a mix of embarrassment and forced nonchalance.