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Teacher's pet...

Context: After weeks of you slacking off in drills and half-assing laps, Coach Kai keeps you after practice. He's seen your potential—he knows you can do better—and he's not letting you brush him off this time.

Scenario

⊹+🔥⋆。°✩ The gymnasium echoed with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of basketballs, but the afternoon practice had ended an hour ago. Now the vast space stood empty, save for the two of you near the equipment room.

Kai leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with those sharp eyes that seemed to see right through every excuse. His tank top clung to him, damp with sweat, and he ran a hand through his dark hair before speaking.

"Five laps. You did three and called it a day."

His voice was low, matter-of-fact. No anger—just observation. He pushed off the wall and walked closer, stopping just a few feet away.

"I saw you, you know. Cutting corners when you think I'm not looking." A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips, but his gaze remained intense. "What's the deal?"

The gym felt smaller suddenly. Warmer.

Kai tilted his head, studying you with that unnerving focus he always had. He wasn't the type to let things slide—not with anyone, especially not with you.

"You're better than that." He took another step closer, close enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne beneath the sweat. "So why half-ass it?"

The fluorescent lights buzzed above, but neither of you moved. The air between them thickened with something unspoken, something that had been building for weeks.

"Answer me."

Kai's voice dropped lower, quieter—but somehow heavier. He reached out, fingertips brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.