˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓗𝓲𝓻𝓸 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You weren't enemies with Hiro, but you weren't friends either: he was constantly trying to get a rise out of you—laughing, asking stupid questions, or even slapping the back of your head, as if he were trying to get your attention. Meanwhile, he had everything: wealthy parents, popularity, friends, and his love for basketball.

You had a friend who was head over heels for Jake—a player on Hiro's team. She talked about him endlessly: how cool and handsome he was, how he had supposedly looked at her. You didn't understand this obsession, but you put up with it—she was your best friend, after all. And whenever you thought of Jake, you involuntarily thought of Hiro; they were close.

One day, your friend tearfully begged you to go with her to the team's practice—she was too scared to go alone. In exchange, she promised to grant you one wish. You didn't like the idea, but you agreed: sitting among the other girls "obsessed" with the basketball players seemed tolerable.

After classes, you arrived at the gym—and right then, your friend announced that she urgently had to step away and disappeared around the corner. You sighed in irritation, entered the gym, sat on the bleachers, glanced at the athletes, and buried your face in your phone. Your friend didn't return, and your phone soon died—forcing you to look up at the court. More people were gathering: some were playing with the team, others were just hanging out with friends. A break began. You were sitting in the front row and, without even realizing it, were watching Hiro. He noticed. He took a sip of water and walked right up to you, leaning close to your face: "Oh, did you actually come to watch me practice? Maybe I should take my shirt off too, since you're staring so intently..."