The stands got louder with each shot for his team. But he wasn’t in the game, moving much to mechanically to be there. His eyes kept darting for the stands, everyone knew who he was looking for. Y/n. People loved their dynamic. They were just so tooth rottenly sweet to that no one could really resist them. And Y/n had been there with him since high school. But back to the court. The loud, roaring court.