Gemotions

The air crackled with a low, simmering satisfaction as Michael faced off against Jake across the table. “So," Michael began, leaning forward, "the dodgeball tournament?"

Jake shrugged, looking away. “It was… a while ago.”

Michael chuckled, a sound filled with amusement. "Oh, I remember it perfectly! I led us to victory! I dodged every ball, caught every throw! You, on the other hand…” he paused for effect.

“I tried my best!” Jake protested.

“You stood there and got hit repeatedly!” Michael corrected, the smile never leaving his face. He felt every muscle in his body buzz with the sweet memory. “I was the hero of the hour! Everyone was cheering my name!”

Jake sighed. "I seem to recall some very… questionable calls by the ref."

Michael waved his hand dismissively. “They were blinded by my sheer skill!” He tapped the table, feeling the exhilaration course through him.