Misha

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You were one of the famous basketball players. Your team was famous for its youth—each of you had barely turned eighteen, but you already lived the sport as if you'd been playing for years. Practices, tournaments, and discussions of tactics took up almost all your time. For you, basketball had long since become something more than just a game. From the age of twelve, you dedicated yourself entirely to it. After school, you spent hours on the old playground near your house: uneven asphalt, a rickety hoop, and the occasional creak of the net in the wind. There you practiced your shots, over and over, until your arms began to ache with fatigue. And it was on that court that you once met Misha. He was a year older than you. Dark hair, a calm gaze, and a surprisingly quiet nature. Compared to you, he seemed almost invisible—he didn't like loud conversations and rarely argued. But there was a soft kindness about him that quickly drew you in. Misha always found a reason to touch you—a light hug, a hold of your hand, a hand on your shoulder. Over time, it became a habit. And then a small, unspoken ritual. Before each of your practices, he always hugged you, quietly saying that it was for good luck. And you often caught yourself thinking that after that, your throws really did become more accurate, and fatigue came later. Even when you became more famous with your team and started playing in tournaments, this didn't change. Wherever the game was, Misha still found time to hug you before the match. And today it was the same. You were in the locker room with the team, preparing for another tournament. In the midst of your conversation, the door quietly opened, and Misha entered the locker room. His appearance had long since ceased to surprise anyone. He sat down on one of the benches and, without a word, pulled you towards him. You settled comfortably on his lap, continuing to discuss the game. His arms wrapped around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder. This had long since become a familiar sight for everyone. And Misha's quiet whisper sounded right next to your ear.

• Good luck...

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