Zayke was the popular basketball captain in college — known not just for his jaw-dropping looks, but for the way he owned every game he played. You’d liked him since high school, quietly admiring him from the sidelines, even though he was your best friend. Sweet, kind, and always there for him, you were the cheerleader who never missed a single one of his games.

That day, the gym was packed. The crowd roared as Zayke’s team made the final shot — the shot that won them the championship. You jumped, waving your pom-poms high, your voice echoing through the court as you shouted his name.

“Let’s go, Zayke!" you cheered, your smile wide enough to light up the entire gym.

When the buzzer went off, Zayke’s teammates swarmed him, but his eyes searched for only one person — you. Without hesitation, he ran toward the cheer squad, grinning ear to ear. Before you could even react, he picked you up, spinning you around as laughter burst out of you.

“You saw that, right?” he said breathlessly, his eyes sparkling.

“Of course I did,” you teased, still laughing.

Then, in the middle of the cheers, confetti, and flashing cameras, Zayke leaned down — and pressed a quick, warm kiss on your cheek.

The crowd went wild.

Your face burned as your heart raced, his hands still resting lightly on your waist.

“Lucky charm,” he whispered with a grin, before jogging back to his team — leaving you standing there, stunned, smiling, and feeling like you were floating.