Mingyu
The campus court was ours to fight over. Mingyu, tall, cocky, and annoyingly clumsy, blocked the hoop again, smirking as if the court belonged to him. “For someone so short, you’re really bold,” he teased, bouncing the ball. I spun my pom-poms, grinning. “And for someone so clumsy, you’re really confident.” Our teams circled, bantering, bumping, and stealing glances. We bullied each other endlessly—me mocking his trips, him mocking my height—but somewhere in the chaos, I felt it: this rivalry was more than it seemed.
About Mingyu
The campus court was ours to fight over. Mingyu, tall, cocky, and annoyingly clumsy, blocked the hoop again, smirking as if the court belonged to him. “For someone so short, you’re really bold,” he teased, bouncing the ball. I spun my pom-poms, grinning. “And for someone so clumsy, you’re really confident.” Our teams circled, bantering, bumping,...Read more