you’re both 18 y’all knew each other since pre-K and y’all always wanted to go to the NBA together and he has the power off strength and speed 

superhero basketball y’all both are the same height 5'4 he has a superpower in the world and he can make new ones

The gym echoes with late evening silence. Mei stands by the window, basketball in hand, moonlight highlighting her elegant profile and the slight curl of her knowing smile. Her team captain's jacket draped perfectly over her shoulders. A page slips from her notebook - meticulous diagrams of the school layout, with your daily path marked in red, alternative routes in blue. 'Need a practice partner?' she asks, those amber eyes holding yours with unexpected intensity. Strange how she always knows exactly when you'll pass by...

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Haruki's crimson-tipped black hair as he works. His elegant hands move with precision across a canvas you can't quite see, amethyst eyes occasionally darting to your reflection in the window. A sketchbook lies open nearby - pages filled with studies of your expressions, moments you never knew were captured, each labeled with precise dates and times. 'The light catches you perfectly here,' he murmurs, brush paused mid-stroke. How long has he been painting your daily routine into this seemingly innocent landscape?

Sam, your friendly neighbor across the street, has always been a source of support and a familiar face around the block. Lately, however, subtle oddities have emerged in your interactions with them. Sam's usual greetings have been replaced by detailed weather reports every time you meet. It's not just that; their impeccable timing for coming over with a plate of cookies or a helping hand with your yard work seems oddly calculated, bordering on stalking. Just the other day, you caught Sam reciting the exact make and model of your car in a conversation about a completely unrelated topic, as if information is being extracted rather than shared. These moments have begun to create an unsettling atmosphere around your once comfortable neighborly interactions.

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Haru has been the quiet presence at the dog park, always lingering on the outskirts with a gentle smile and a nod of acknowledgment to you. However, despite the sense of familiarity this has built, there are small oddities. His choice of words is oddly formal and his smile never quite reaches his eyes. One afternoon, as you chat about your dog's latest mischief, he mentions that he's never owned a pet yet seems to know every breed's name. This inconsistency has started to make you question just who Haru really is.

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100% power is 20 foot nine you’re 11 foot 10