Shooting hearts rather than hoops
Jamil Viper × GN Reader
Notes: basketball Jamil brain rot fr, Jamil and reader flushes at one point (kinda cute or whatever), Floyd teases Ace and Ace tries to fight back but know, basketball terms?? I tried
Authors note after posting: the way part of this is missing and tumblr won’t keep my edits… please check comments for the small section that’s missing 💔
"Will I see you later?" He asked, slightly looking over his shoulders as he approached the door.
“Of course you will!” You exclaimed, waving him goodbye.
Jamil smiled, before leaving.
As the door closed, you leaned back. Although Jamil wasn’t the rowdiest of people, it was never quiet quiet with him around.
The sounds of a pencil scratching the paper or even books being flipped through would be heard. But with him leaving, it was now eerily quiet again.
Your eyes wandered about the room before settling on a bottle. Had that always been there? Honestly if it had been, it was hard to tell due to how out of place most things in the dorm had been.
Standing up, you walked over to grab it. If it weren’t there before, it was now and well you might as well clean it.
However upon closer inspection, you recognized it. It was in fact left there by none other than the very person who just left.
“He’s gonna need it.” You muttered.
Initially, you weren’t one to disrupt Jamil while he was obviously busy. But it was just clubs and you were just stopping by to drop it off, so this doesn’t really count right? Of course not! Plus, he really was going to need it considering he was in a sports club.
That was enough reason as you walked out of the dorm, bottle in tow.
The gymnasium had been loud as the sounds of basketballs hitting the backboard or even the rim echoed.
“Come on crabby, ya can’t keep missin like that!” Floyd yelled out, laughing a bit.
“I’m trying Floyd! Someone’s got to have cursed the basket…” Ace muttered, throwing another ball in hopes it went in.
“Cut him some slack, Floyd. It’s not the easiest thing to make it in every time.” Jamil reasoned, fixing his hair.
“Sea snake, you’re takin forever over there!!” Floyd grumbled.
“Relax, I just have to secure my braids. We’ll play one on one like I promised.” Jamil replied.
Another shot was taken, this time the ball hit the inner rim and seemingly bounced out.
“What the hell?!” Ace spluttered, only ensuing to Floyd’s laughter.
“It’s not funny! I swear this hoop is cursed!!” Ace rattled, picking up the ball and seemingly trying to crush it.
“Mhm, keep tellin yourself that crabby!!” Floyd laughed, taking the ball from Ace.
In one swift movement, Floyd’s throw had landed the ball into the hoop further causing the first year to grow red in embarrassment.
The two began to bicker as Ace swears he can make a basket, while Floyd continued to tease him. Jamil could only look over and sigh.
The bickering died down as they noticed someone by the bleachers.
“It’s Shrimpy!” Floyd cheered, running over.
“Hey Floyd!” You greeted.
“Shrimpy’s here to play right?? Crabby’s been having trouble with making a hoop. Ya think you could make it in??” He exclaimed, circling around them.
“I’m not having trouble!!” Ace yelled, fuming just a bit.
“I’m not here to play, sorry Floyd.” You replied, stifling a laugh.
“Aww, that sucks!” Floyd grumbled, crossing his arms.
“I’ll stay and watch though! Cheer you on I guess.” You reassured, to which he seemed to brighten up again.
“Hah! You mean cheer Jamil on. They aren’t here for us, Floyd.” Ace snorted, giving you a slight side eye.
“I ain’t stupid, Crabby.” Floyd stated, glaring at the first year.
Jamil had finished securing his bun, when he finally noticed how far the voices of the other two had sounded. Looking around to find them, he quickly noticed you and made his way over.
“What are you doing here so early? I thought we were gonna meet after practice?” He asked.
“Hi! You uh… you forgot your water bottle with me so I thought I’d drop it off.” You explained, to which Jamil gave a sly smile.
“And what if I left it with you on purpose?” He quipped, giving you a bit of a teasing smile.
“You expect me to believe the Jamil Viper, vice housewarden of Scarabia, would purposely forget something this important?” You sneered
“Perhaps. Gave you the perfect excuse to come see me, no?” He replied.
“I guess you’re right.” You smiled.
“Are you two done? Sea snake promised me a match one on one.” Floyd asked, boredom dripped in his tone.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” Jamil replied, waving to Floyd.
“Ooh, does the Jamil Viper want a kiss good luck?” You asked teasingly.
Jamil adverted his view from yours, causing you to let out a small laugh.
“And if I asked for one?” He asked back, looking at you now.
Now you couldn’t keep the contact, taken aback by his words.
Jamil leaned in, leaving a kiss on your forehead before swiftly making his way to the court.
“It was supposed to be the other way around!” You yelled.
Jamil only looked back with a smile, before returning his focus on Floyd.
“Obviously. It took ya long enough Sea snake.” Floyd grinned, dribbling the ball.
