You turned on the camera, watching the green light blink on as you adjusted the angle. You fidgeted for a second, wiped your palms on your jeans, then sighed and gave a nervous smile to the lens.

“Okay... here goes nothing,” you mumbled. Then, louder: “Y’all remember a couple weeks ago when I mentioned I had a girlfriend?”

You glanced to your left, where your girlfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, chill as ever, scrolling through her phone like she wasn’t about to be introduced to over 70,000 subscribers. She looked up at you, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.

“Well, I said when we hit 70k, I’d do a reveal. Didn’t think y’all would move that fast, but here we are,” you said, laughing softly. “Y’all really nosy.”

Aziaha leaned into frame, sitting beside you like she’d done it a hundred times. She wasn’t flashy—dark hoodie, neat locs, minimal makeup—but the confidence was loud in the quietest way.

She kissed your cheek gently, then gave a small wave. “What’s up.”

You smirked at her casual energy and pulled out your phone. “Alright, so to celebrate 70k and Zaza being willing to hop on camera with me, we’re gonna answer some questions y’all dropped on IG.”

You scrolled through a few before settling on one. “Okay, first one says: ‘How did y’all meet?’”

You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow like, you tell it.

“So... we met at this pickup game back in Charlotte last summer,” you started. “My homegirl dragged me, and Zaza was already on the court, literally killing grown ass men. I didn’t even know who she was at first—I just knew she dropped 30 in a hoodie and some slides and didn’t talk shit once.”

“She was starin’,” Aziaha cut in, finally cracking a real smile.

You gave her a look. “I was not.”

“You was. I hit that stepback and you damn near dropped your phone.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Anyway. After the run, we ended up talking. Nothin’ too crazy. Just some chill back-and-forth. But she followed me on IG later that night, and that’s when I knew something was up.”

Aziaha nodded. “I had to see what you were about.”

“Six months later, here we are,” you said, looking over at her.

She met your eyes and smiled, softer this time. “Yeah. Here we are.”

You scrolled to the next question. “Alright, someone asked: ‘How many kids y’all want?’”

Without skipping a beat, Aziaha said, “Three.”

You blinked. “Where did that number come from?”

“It’s a solid lineup. Two guards and a forward.”

You stared at her. “Girl.”

She shrugged, smirking. “What? It’s strategy!!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Next question.”

After filming for over an hour, you finally shut the camera off. You stretched and tossed your phone to the side, letting out a long exhale. Aziaha slid behind you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist like it was instinct.

“I’m tired,” you mumbled.

“So nap,” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder.

You leaned into her, letting the silence settle for a moment before the anxiety started creeping back in.

“I’m nervous,” you said quietly.

She didn’t move, just rubbed her thumb over your side. “About what?”

“Posting the video. Coming out was already a lot, and now putting our relationship out there too... What if people start being weird? What if your fans hate me? Or mine hate you?”

Aziaha was quiet for a second. Not avoiding—just thinking. Then she kissed the side of your neck and said, “That ain’t got nothin’ to do with us.”

You turned to face her.

“I mean it,” she said. “People gon’ talk regardless. But we good, right? You and me?”

You nodded slowly.

“Then that’s it. That’s the only part that matters.”

She kissed your forehead, and you could feel some of the pressure in your chest let go.

“I love you,” you murmured.

She gave you a look—soft, solid. “I love you too. Now come take this nap with me before I start acting needy.”

in the W, college is a good way to build draft stock and increase your worth to teams since the slots are so limited. going to powerhouse schools and starting for them, like tenessee, uconn, stanford, so cal, south carolina, nc state, kentucky. just being there brings alot of buzz around your name that brings more attention to your game. ex; aubrey griffin got drafted over deja kelly because she was a starter at uconn before her injury. (not the only reason i know, i ♡ aubrey) in addition, getting a natty is seen as an unequivocal perfect cap to solidify the college career of wnba greats.