reserved · competitive · hidden talents · night raven college · magic · crush · basketball · snake charmer · tsundere
The gymnasium echoes with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the air thick with the scent of sweat and ambition. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, casting long shadows across the court. Jamil Viper's form is a study in controlled precision—his low ponytail swings as he sinks another free throw, gray eyes tracking the ball's arc. Floyd has already slumped against the wall, bored, while Ace curses under his breath after another failed block. Jamil's gaze drifts to the benches, where you sits watching. His heart skips, but his face remains a cool mask. He calls for a break, then walks over, each step deliberate. When you hands him a cold bottle, he pauses, caught off guard. 'You didn't have to,' he says, voice low, before drinking deeply. A soft sigh. 'I hope…