All Chapters of The Game We're Not Aware : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2: THE CURIOSITYThe late afternoon sun spilled through the towering glass panels of a private training facility in Pampanga, bathing the polished hardwood in streaks of warm gold.The gym was almost empty.No reporters.No teammates.No cameras.Just the steady rhythm of a basketball echoing through the quiet space.Thump.Thump.Thump.Kenji Yuzo Morzal dribbled the ball between his legs with effortless precision before planting his left foot and rising into a smooth pull-up jumper.Swish.The net barely moved.Without celebrating, he caught the ball as it bounced back toward him and walked calmly to the opposite wing.Another shot.Swish.Another.Swish.His breathing remained steady despite nearly three hours of nonstop training.A black vintage t-shirt clung lightly to his frame, damp with sweat, while a faded gray baseball cap rested low over his eyes. Aside from the occasional squeak of his sneakers against the floor, the gym remained silent.Exactly how he liked it.Fo

CHAPTER #4The soft hum of the engine filled the quiet subdivision as Matt's black SUV rolled to a stop in front of the Zamora residence.For once, he was early.The moment the horn sounded, the front door swung open, and Audrae stepped outside with a small sling bag hanging over one shoulder. She looked effortlessly put together in a fitted white baby tee, loose denim jeans, and clean white sneakers. Her dark hair was tied into a low ponytail, leaving a few loose strands framing her face.Leaning against the gate, she let out a dramatic sigh."Good morning... or whatever this is," she muttered, still looking half asleep.Matt chuckled quietly as he stepped out to help load a few bags into the back."You look like you fought your pillow."Audrae shot him a sleepy glare."I lost."A loud laugh suddenly echoed from inside the house.Elijah came jogging out with a backpack slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on top of his head despite the cloudy morning."Correction," he announced

CHAPTER 5:The birthday celebration ended the way most basketball gatherings usually did-too much food, too much laughter, and enough stories to keep the group chat alive for weeks.Somewhere between the late-night karaoke, endless teasing, and the players arguing over who had the worst shooting form, I realized something that honestly caught me off guard.The internet had Kenji Yuzo Morzal completely wrong.Every TikTok edit painted him as this walking red flag-the quiet, intimidating varsity star who supposedly looked down on everyone because he barely smiled.I used to believe it too.But after spending an entire evening around him...He wasn't like that at all.He was reserved.Calm.Observant.The type of person who only spoke when he actually had something worth saying, and somehow that made him even more difficult to figure out.The next morning, Mom and Dad left before sunrise to beat the traffic back to Manila.Meanwhile...Elijah and I were practically dead to the world.Whe

CHAPTER 07: "💙✨"The last week of summer always carried a strange feeling and it wasn't exactly sad and It wasn't exciting either.It just... lingered.Like everyone knew freedom was about to end, but nobody wanted to be the first to admit it.The house had been unusually quiet that afternoon. The curtains danced lazily as the warm breeze slipped through the slightly opened windows, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from outside.I was sprawled across the living room couch, one leg dangling over the armrest while mindlessly scrolling through Black app. My attention span had officially given up after watching the twentieth basketball edit in a row.Across from me, Elijah was sitting with one leg folded beneath him, completely absorbed in whatever rabbit hole his phone had dragged him into.For almost five straight minutes, the only sounds inside the house were the occasional swipe of our screens and the soft hum of the

CHAPTER 8:If someone had told me a month ago that I'd end up becoming Kenji Morzal's unofficial chauffeur...I would've laughed in their face.Yet somehow, that's exactly what happened.The entire week before classes officially started blurred into the same routine.Every morning, I'd leave the dorm after breakfast, wait outside whichever university office Kenji needed to visit, then spend the next few hours entertaining myself while he processed enrollment papers, submitted documents, claimed textbooks, signed clearance forms, and dealt with every requirement imaginable.Sometimes I'd stay inside the library.Sometimes I'd buy coffee.Other times, I'd simply sit beneath the acacia trees outside the administration building with my headphones on while scrolling through TikTok or replying to our chaotic team group chat.Kenji, meanwhile...Always seemed to be standing in another line.He'd occasionally text me.Kenji: "Aud, saan ulit yung cashier?"Kenji: "May extra ballpen ka?"Kenji: "P