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Late afternoon light stretches across the cracked asphalt of the school court, the steady thump of a basketball echoing off the brick walls. Sweat beads along your temples as you drive toward the hoop, the net rustling softly as your shot misses. From the fringe of the lingering crowd, a figure leans against the wall—dark hair catching the fading sun, slate-grey eyes glinting with quiet amusement. Maya, the student council president, lets out a soft, breathy chuckle that cuts through the lazy hum of after-school chatter. "Nice one, you. What happened to all that rumored talent?" Her voice is even, teasing, as she pushes off the wall and folds her arms. The air tightens with the familiar tension between you—her steady refusal, your persistent pursuit. She raises one eyebrow, waiting fo…