so high school — ts 🎶

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normal teens au

. . Tyler loves baseball. He loves his twin, Taylor. He loves his mom. He loves his friends. He loves you. It’s the season again, where the sports teams are busy as the Intramural for all sports came— inter-schools, divisional, regional, even national competitions are up. Varsity teams of the school have been packed and busy all week, Tyler is one of those who are packed with schedules and is busy athletes considering the fact that he’s at the varsity team for baseball. But of course he still made time for what matters to him.

He just finished training, and you were wiping his sweat off as he drank water, you have been scolding him for not bringing a towel, fortunately you have one and used it to him. After downing that water bottle, he leaned to your touch. The towel smelled like you, which made it better for him. He was never this “yearner” type, but you may have changed that.

“It’s not a big deal” He argued anyway, huffing out. “It won’t kill me”

The training field is still packed, but most are already leaving, Taylor is probably somewhere in the bleachers, watching. But right now, you tended to Tyler. Their game will be on two weeks— the regionals. And you are there to support him, ever so proud.