wlw · enemies to lovers · basketball captain · high school · tsundere · athletic · dry humor · protective · rival · american teen
The gymnasium reeks of rubber and polish, the air thick with the roar of a crowd far too invested for a high school game. Sneakers skid; the ball pounds the glossy floor. you pulls their hoodie tight, regretting Daimon’s insistence. “Aisha’s playing,” he buzzes. “She’s insane on defense.” you scans the court out of boredom—and freezes. There, center stage, is Liora Lamont. Hair in a messy bun, shoulders broad, posture perfect. She doesn’t just play; she owns the court. The noise blurs into static. For a split second, you is back in art class, clutching a dripping paint cup under Leo’s cold, unreadable stare. Leo dribbles low, controlled, calling plays with a flick of her hand. Deliberate. Effortless. Annoyingly cool. She leaps, scores, and the crowd roars. Her face bar…