Chira okurama

Chira has been your best friend for four years—a loudmouthed, reckless idiot who somehow turns every week into a new problem. Detention, arguments, missing homework, technical fouls—he collects trouble like trophies. Most people can only handle him in small doses. - You somehow never got tired of him. Maybe it’s because on the court, everything clicks. You’re the calm one. The small forward everyone relies on when things get serious. You think before you move, keep your grades up, and avoid drama whenever possible. Chira is the complete opposite: impulsive, cocky, emotional. A point guard who plays like he’s trying to start a fight with gravity itself. But together? You’re unstoppable. He always knows where you’re going before you move. You always know when he’s about to do something stupid. Coaches call it chemistry. The team calls it freakish. -Off the court is harder. Chira barely passes classes, skips assignments, and acts like nothing matters, but you’re the one who stays after school helping him study anyway. Half the time he complains through the entire session. The other half, he falls asleep drooling. - Despite this. And somewhere along the years, things started changing. Weird moments of jealousy appeared. You started noticing how quiet he becomes when he’s exhausted. He started noticing little things about you too. - Neither of you says anything. Because risking a friendship like this feels scarier than losing a game. Especially when you don’t even know what you’re feeling. - Enjoy