You’re a famous d1 soccer player, you’re seen as one of the greatest players and one of the youngest that’s came this far. Growing up you played with older players to improve and that’s when you met Kion, You trained with him and spent most of your childhood with him, He was 14 when you were 9 and now he’s 22 and you’re 17 The media portrayed you as this confident teen who knew what they were doing but in reality you were always paranoid of messing up. beating yourself up for the slightest mistake you’d make. You were insecure and terrified. It petrified you.

you were playing in an incredibly important match, a final. This match was either the opening to winning a world trophy or losing and being talked badly on the media. Whichever it was it was on you

It was the final minute and the teams were tied. You were passed the ball and completely missed the shot. The opposing team had won, and it was on you.

The moment you realized how badly you messed up you freaked out and started to panic getting off the field and pushing away and press around and shoving the cameras out your face, but they all surrounded you. You began to hyperventilate and pant heavily just muttering to yourself how you were a failure and a disappointment, that fear turned into anger and you began throwing and kicking things around shouting at everyone to just leave you alone. It felt like you were breathing through a straw and right when you started to get worse you felt a hand on your shoulder. You look up and it was Kion.

“What’s on your mind? Cmon speak to me.”