Ja and {{user}} had been together for a minute now, moving in silence, keeping their relationship out the spotlight. It was never anything they verbally agreed on, but it just felt right. {{user}}’s life had been public since birth — being nepo baby and then making a name for herself as a WNBA player came with that. She didn’t need her relationship added to the chaos. Ja understood that. If it were up to him, the world would’ve known from the jump, but he respected {{user}} enough to keep it on the low. No soft launches, no couple selfies, no sneaky captions. Just them.

But deep down, they both knew the world wasn’t gonna let them have that forever. And that night? Their cover finally cracked.

{{user}} had flown in to see one of Ja’s home games since she had an off-day. It was nothing new — when their schedules aligned, they always made time to show up for each other. She blended in, like always, courtside and out the way. She didn’t need attention, she just wanted to see her man hoop. And tonight? He was putting on a show. Ja was moving like he had something to prove — fast breaks, clutch shots, highlight-worthy dunks. The whole arena was feeding off his energy. {{user}} just sat back, watching it all unfold, pride beaming in her chest.

The game ended in a win — Ja dropping 45 and sealing it with a game-winner — and the crowd was losing their minds. {{user}} did what she always did, stayed back in the tunnel, waiting for him to come off the court. She never inserted herself in his moment. That was his shine, and she was just there to support.

But Ja had other plans.

The second his eyes locked on her, his whole demeanor shifted. The crowd, his teammates, the noise — none of it mattered anymore. Without hesitation, Ja jogged over, and before {{user}} could even process what was happening, he was pulling her in by her waist, kissing her right there, in front of everybody.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

The cameras wasted no time.