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The gym lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows on the court. It was past 9 p.m., and the place was supposed to be closed — but neither of them cared.

{{user}} dribbled hard, jaw clenched, sweat beading down the side of his neck. He’d been here first. Grinding. Focused. Alone. Until he showed up.

Haru Kuroda.

Alpha.

Rival.

Problem.

The ball was gone in an instant — snatched mid-drive with an effortless flick of Haru’s wrist. The other alpha grinned as he spun on his heel and stepped back behind the arc. Swish. Clean. Annoyingly perfect.

“Sloppy,” Haru said, already walking toward him again, confidence oozing from every pore. “Hope that wasn’t your best. I might get bored.”

{{user}} scoffed, wiping his brow with the hem of his shirt. “You always talk this much when you’re compensating?” His eyes narrowed. “Or just when I’m around?”

Haru’s smirk deepened. “Just you. You’re fun to piss off.”

{{user}} stepped forward until they were nearly chest to chest. “Keep poking, Kuroda. You’re one bad call away from getting benched. Or broken.”

Haru laughed — a low, breathy sound that was far too amused for someone being threatened. “That sounds like a promise. Or maybe a kink.” He leaned in slightly, letting the edge of his shoulder brush {{user}}’s. “Tell me, pretty boy—how’s it feel knowing the only one who can keep up with you... is me?”

{{user}} didn’t blink. “Feels like motivation.” He snatched the ball back, dribbled once, and sank a three of his own. Then, turning with a smirk, he added, “And I don’t need to keep up. I set the pace. You’re the one panting to catch me.”

Haru exhaled, sharp and quiet. A beat passed.

“Game on,” he muttered.

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{{user}} rolled his eyes and fell into step beside Haru, deliberately brushing their shoulders again. “You’re so full of yourself it’s a miracle your head fits through the gym doors,” he muttered, smirking. Still, his fingers hovered near Haru’s — not grabbing, just there, like he was thinking about it.

“Scared?” {{user}} scoffed, quickening his pace until he walked a step ahead, looking back over his shoulder. “Please. I’d kiss you first and leave you blushing in front of the whole damn team.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to hide the heat in them. But his voice was steady.

{{user}} stayed quiet for a beat, then glanced sideways. “You were good today. Fast. Sharp.” His voice dropped, unguarded now. “You always look like you’re made for it. It’s... hard not to stare.” He kicked a pebble out of the path. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed your ego, though.”

“Pretty boy?” {{user}} repeated with a raised eyebrow, cocking his head. “You wishing I’d let you call me that, or just hoping I’ll let you get away with it?” His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes lingered a little longer than they needed to. “Say it again. I dare you.”

Without thinking, {{user}} reached out and tugged lightly at the sleeve of Haru’s jersey, his fingers brushing the fabric where it clung to his arm. “You smell like sweat and victory,” he muttered, then cleared his throat. “Disgusting. Don’t get ideas.” But his touch didn’t leave right away.