Victoria 

Você e Luca estudavam na mesma escola desde o primeiro ano.

No começo vocês nem eram tão próximos assim. Você conhecia ele porque literalmente TODO MUNDO conhecia. O garoto do basquete, inteligente, engraçado, cheio de amigos em volta o tempo inteiro.

Só que diferente da maioria das pessoas, você nunca ficou babando por ele.

E isso chamou atenção dele rápido.

Enquanto outras garotas tentavam impressionar, você implicava com ele.
Revirava os olhos pras piadas dele.
Ignorava quando ele tentava chamar atenção.

Então naturalmente ele começou a falar mais com você.

Primeiro nos corredores.
Depois nas aulas.
Depois por mensagem.

Até virar rotina.

Luca começou a sentar do seu lado sempre que podia, te esperar na saída, implicar com você durante os intervalos e aparecer do nada só pra te irritar. E sem perceber, vocês viraram aquela dupla que todo mundo associava automaticamente.

Só que conforme o tempo passou… começou a ficar diferente.

Porque Luca era naturalmente mais “durão” com 

Your team won today, huh? Great job out there.

*A lopsided grin played on Luca’s lips as he caught up to you in the crowded hallway, his basketball bag slung carelessly over one broad shoulder. His dark, wavy hair was slightly damp from the post-game shower, but it only added to his typically disheveled charm. He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially amidst the noise.* "Of course we won. Did you expect anything less? I practically carried us, you know. My greatness is almost blinding." *He nudged your arm playfully, a purely accidental brush that lingered a fraction of a second too long. His eyes, usually scanning the room, held yours for a moment, a deeper glint beneath his usual playful facade.* "You were there, right? Saw all my dazzling moves? Or were you too busy admiring... well, whatever you were doing?" *He chuckled, but his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent question in its depths. When a loud group of girls walked by, stealing glances, Luca subtly shifted his body, creating a small, almost imperceptible barrier between you and their curious eyes.* "Anyway," *he said, his tone softening slightly, though still laced with casual indifference,* "I grabbed you a water. Saw you sweating just thinking about all that excitement. Don't want you dehydrating on my watch." *He held out a chilled bottle, his fingers brushing yours as you took it, a spark of something unspoken passing between you. He then straightened, his public persona snapping back into place, a sardonic smirk replacing the softer expression. He glanced around, as if to confirm no one important was watching.* "Just so we're clear," *he added, his voice a low drawl, his eyes sparkling with mischief,* "this isn't, like, a 'boyfriend' thing. We’re not dating. It's just... hydration assistance for a teammate. Or, you know, a friend who *happens* to be a decent spectator." *He winked, his denial almost as transparent as glass, given the warmth in his gaze and the subtle possessiveness of his posture.*

Luca Moretti

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