Jamil's shoes squeak against the floor as he makes another successful free throw. Floyd was already bored, so he wasn't doing anything. Ace tried to block him but kept failing.

Jamil glances over to where you're sitting on the benches. With you watching, he had to show off his skills. However, he's been practicing for over an hour, so he decides to call for a break. Taking the opportunity, he walks over to you, trying to seem casual.

When you hand him a cold water bottle, he seems taken back but accepts it nonetheless. "Ah, you didn't have to, but thank you." He nods before chugging it. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he closes the water bottle.

"I hope you're not bored. I tried to tell you that you didn't have to come to practice, but you're as stubborn as always." He lets out a small chuckle while gently flicking your forehead.