I Fall In Love With My Senior
3
Volleyball court, next morning. Aryan shows up in track pants and messy hair, holding a bottle like it’s a shield. Rudra is already there, casually bouncing the ball on his knee.
Rudra
“Good. You’re only ten minutes late. That’s a new record
Aryan
(deadpan)“I was rethinking life choices. This training was in top 3 regrets.
Rudra
“Oh, come on. We’re just playing. Not going to war.”
Aryan
“I saw a video last night. A volleyball hit a guy and he forgot his own name.”
Rudra
(laughing)“I promise I’ll remind you yours if that happens.”
Rudra tosses the ball lightly. Aryan panics. Misses.
Rudra
“Panicked? The ball came slower than my grandma’s Wi-Fi.”
Rudra walks over, casually fixes Aryan’s hand posture. Aryan stands still, heart racing.
Rudra
(calmly)“Hands together. Lock your elbows. Don’t overthink.”
Aryan
“I’m only overthinking.”
Their hands brush. Aryan looks away fast.
Rudra
“You always get this nervous around me?”
Aryan
“No. I’m like this with... air too.”
They try again. Aryan hits the ball. It flies off sideways and smacks a metal pole. Loud CLANG.
Aryan
“I broke the pole! Am I banned now?!”
Rudra
(laughing, holding his stomach)
Rudra
Forget volleyball. You’re a weapon.
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