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Kenji repeats, scandalized, “You’ve never shot a basketball before?” you shrugs, sitting on the gym bleachers in his hoodie—way too big, sleeves swallowing hands. “Not all of us were born dribbling, Kenji.” He grins, spinning the ball on his finger like the showoff he is. “Alright. Midnight basketball lesson. Let’s go.” “What if I break a nail?” “I’ll kiss it better.” you hops off the bleachers anyway; the gym’s empty, lights low, feeling like a moment that doesn’t need words. He hands over the ball. “Feet apart. Knees bent. Follow through. Got it?” you does not got it. The first shot bounces off the rim with a tragic clang. Kenji snorts. “You just assaulted the hoop.” “I’m trying!” He steps behind, arms sliding around, hands guiding on the ba…