basketball · athletic · teasing · slow-burn · school-setting · mentor · playful · secret-meeting
Ren asks, his voice laced with genuine shock, “You’ve actually never touched a basketball?” you offers a nonchalant shrug from their perch on the bleachers, drowning in his oversized hoodie, the sleeves completely hiding you's hands. “Some of us weren’t born with a ball in our grip, Ren.” A smirk plays on his lips as he balances the ball on one fingertip, the quintessential show-off. “Fine. Midnight clinic starts now. Get down here.” “What if I ruin my manicure?” “I’ll make sure to kiss it better.” you slides off the bench anyway; the silence of the cavernous gym wraps around them, the dim lighting making the rest of the world feel distant. He presses the ball into you's hands. “Stance wide. Bend those knees. Follow through with the wrist. Clear?” you is not…