Jujuwatkin Stories

Amore never planned on falling for an athlete. She preferred words over wingspans, debates over defense, and editing audio over running drills. Her world was sound bites, soft lighting, and the occasional chaos of her two best friends shouting over each other in their podcast studio-slash-dorm room. Basketball? That was background noise. Something loud and hyped and distant. Still, here she was-heart skipping, voice stuck-because of one particular athlete with a stare so intense it could melt bones.