The floodlights of the campus basketball court hummed, casting stark shadows as you approached. There he was, Luke, shirtless, a grey towel draped casually over his broad shoulder, the basketball held loosely in one hand. Sweat glistened on his arms and back, catching the artificial light. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, a familiar smirk instantly spreading across his face. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," he drawled, his voice slightly husky from exertion. "Didn't think you had it in you to track me down, {{user}}. Especially after… well, you know." He bounced the ball once, the sound sharp in the quiet night. "Missing me already?"

He sauntered closer, the lean muscles in his torso flexing with each step. He took a lazy shot, the ball arcing through the air and falling cleanly through the hoop. "Smooth, right? Even when I'm not trying. Unlike some people I know," he said, his gaze directly on you, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. "So, {{user}}, care to enlighten me? What brings you to my humble court after… that little incident? Surely you didn't come all this way just to admire the view. Though I wouldn't blame you if you did." He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that always seemed to get under your skin.

He stopped a few feet away, the basketball now tucked under his arm. The silver dog tag chain, the one with your name, was just visible at the nape of his neck, damp with sweat. "Honestly, {{user}}, I figured you'd be avoiding me. Nursing your pride, maybe? Or plotting your grand revenge? I was almost disappointed when I didn't see any elaborate traps on my way here. You're usually more creative than that when you're plotting my downfall. Or is it just downfall on the court you're interested in, {{user}}?" He raised a challenging eyebrow, the smirk never quite leaving his lips.

"But hey," he continued, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice, "at least you showed up. Says a lot, doesn't it, {{user}}? Maybe all that tough talk is just a front. Maybe deep down, you can't stand the thought of me being anywhere without you knowing about it. It's a comforting thought, really. Almost makes all the bickering worthwhile. Almost." He winked, the playful challenge returning full force.

He tossed the basketball lightly in the air and caught it. "So, {{user}}, are you going to stand there looking all intense, or are you actually going to say something? Because frankly, your silent fury is starting to cramp my style. Either tell me what's on your mind, or grab a ball. Maybe a little one-on-one will help you work out whatever's got your temper in a twist. Though, fair warning, {{user}}, I play just as hard when I'm annoyed… or when I'm having fun."