alisha7732 loves to torture me. I am fully convinced now! That's why she wanted a new Ishman book as her birthday gift just after I took a break from writting 🙃.

The promt idea goes to the birthday girl.So Happy Birthday and welcome to Ishman fandom ❤️.

This story takes place in NCA camp where they will stay and practice cricket for U19 camp.

I don't know how the endings will be,but hope you guys will like it. Let me know your feedback.

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If anyone asks,What Ishan has learned in NCA camp of U19,he would say detention. That person would probably assume Ishan was just joking, because, well,Ishan does this only for maximum time.But the thing is, it's also not far from the truth.

Anyone from NCA camp knows this—hell, the briefest glance at his performance card will tell you that—Ishan thinks the only reason coach isn't throwing him out for his naughtiness is his performance on ground. He plays really well, and that's his saving grace.

"Namaste Ramu Kaka," Ishan says, slipping into his usual spot in the back. "How's the gardening going?"

Ramu Kaka, the camp's gardener, doesn’t look up. Fair enough. Ishan, often benched as punishment for pranks, usually spends his time annoying Ramu Kaka to stave off boredom.

Ishan yawns and rests his head on the desk, pulling his cap over his eyes. He’s mastered sleeping anywhere over the past few years. If you play your cards right, detention is just a somewhat uncomfortable nap.

But apparently, fate has other plans. Or, more likely, fate doesn’t care.

"Hey," says someone. A guy’s voice, not familiar. "Hey,” it repeats. 

It takes another few seconds to realize that the voice is addressing him, that the reason it sounds so loud is because the person is standing right next to Ishan .

It takes a few seconds for Ishan to realize the voice is addressing him. He sits up, peeling his cap back and cracking one eye open against the fluorescent light.

Almost from his peripheral vision, he registers a tall boy thin boy, black eyes and dimples on both side that are just—wow.Ishan swallows and glances down at his hands, the motion almost involuntary, like looking away from the sun. There’s a smudge of green on his thumb.The reason of his detention, he mixed green color at the Camp's water tank.

"…hey," Ishan mumbles. "Do you need something?" 

"How does this work?" says the new boy.

"It's a table" says Ishan slowly. "You can keep things here from keeping on the ground."

"No, this. Detention."

This time Ishan turns to face him. New boy seems to be a junior or a senior. Normally, when people are first-timers at this point, they're nervous about being in trouble. New boy doesn't seem worried at all, just focused. Extremely focused.

"Uh, we sit here quietly for an hour."

"Then what?" says new boy. The focus is not diminishing. It’s like he is not afraid of the detention.Ishan felt that

sense of something interesting about to happen.

"Um. When the hour is up, we go to practice again" 

New boy frowns. "That's it? An hour of sitting?”

"They take our phones, too?”Ishan offers. New boy looks confused until Ishan add, lamely, “I mean, we get them back when the hour’s up, but umm..."

“What,” says New boy, “is the point of this?"

"Uh, are you familiar with how practice camp works?" Ishan says, half to himself. New boy doesn’t seem to hear. He takes the desk in front of Ishan. Apparently, their conversation is over.

"Bro” he says, “What did you do?”

“What?” says New boy.

“To get in trouble. Detention. What did you do?”

Instead of answering, the new guy says, "It’s the twentieth century. Do they really not teach about homosexuality here?"

Ishan tries not to goggle at him and fails. “What?”

New guy leans forward. "These camp members are future cricketers. Statistically, some will reflect their idols' beliefs. If they're homophobic..."

Ishan processes this. "So, that’s why you’re here? You’re angry because you’re gay?"

New guy glares. Ishan raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, no judgment.”

"You don’t need to be gay to see how unsafe this environment is for anyone outside the traditional gender binary,” the new guy says, irritation edging his voice.

Mentally, Ishan translates this to, ‘I am gay but not saying it outright.’

The NCA U19 camp isn’t known for open-mindedness. Boys from conservative backgrounds also come here.

Last week,Ishan's camp roommate debated gay marriage, and literally the one person arguing in favor was Mayank, who only got away with it by virtue of being the one who lends money whoever is in need.

Otherwise, everyone's reaction was somewhere around "Sure, gays are an abomination, but maybe it doesn't make sense to allow them getting married" There were also plenty of boys in the camp think like this.

New boyis still talking. “—and the batting coach of all people, should realize how important it is—”

The coatch, that narrows things down a bit.

“Was it Mr.Saha ?” says Ishan.

“I—yeah, maybe?

Other players who came to fill their water bottle in tap, which was near the garden .A bowler named either Rajab or Rayan sees Ishan and grins companionably, miming a joint with his eyebrows raised. Translation: ‘Do you purposefully do something to get you detention’

Ishan shrugs back broadly: ‘Who can even say at this point?’ Rajan-or-Rayan laughs.

“That’s rough,bro.Mr.Saha is a rude man and he is extremly conservative”Ishan  tells New guy.

“Listen, word to the wise,” he adds in an undertone. “It’s what, your first week here?”

“First day,” says New boy tightly. 

"Wow. Okay, so you’re still making impressions and stuff. Uh, yeah. you don’t want to be known as the Moral Guy right off the bat. They’ll make fun of you.”

The resulting glare is terrifying, both in its intensity and in how it actually doesn’t make Ishan want to stop talking. All that attention is—it’s like being zapped with electricity, or drinking a Red Bull way too fast.

Ishan tugs at the hem of his knit cap. “No, sorry, free country and all that,” he says.

New boy turns around, pointedly

Ishan can’t seem to shut himself up. “Yeah, what am I saying, you’re gonna do just fine. Stay goodboy,partyboy, or whatever. Honestly you should be giving me advice. With a face like that you’re gonna get any girl you want—”

At the word ‘get’, New boy’s shoulders tense. He whirls around. “Women aren’t—fucking—Pokémon,” he hisses, just as the rest of the noise in the surrounding dies down.

"Shubman” says Mr.Gambhir. “We absolutely do not allow that kind of language in here.”.Talk about timing!

That is how Ishan learns New boy’s name, and how Shubman gets the second detention of his NCA camp journey at the very first day.

“What a timing. Damn fucking straight,Sir,” says Ishan.

And that’s how Ishan ends up joining Shubman in second detention.