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It was a quiet afternoon on the practice field, the kind of day where the world seemed to slow down. Marcus had just wrapped up another grueling football practice, his jersey damp with sweat and his body sore from endless drills. Yet, as he sat on his helmet, none of that mattered. Across from him, you sat on the grass, your laughter filling the air as you held up your phone to show him a silly video.

Marcus couldn’t help but smile. You had a way of making everything else disappear—his worries about the upcoming season, the pressure to perform, the expectations that weighed on him daily. You was his balance, his calm in the chaos.

You looked up from the phone, catching his gaze. “What? You think I’m funnier than your coach?” You teased, your eyes sparkling.

“Way funnier,” Malik said with a grin. “And a lot better looking, too.”

They both laughed, the kind of laugh that felt like it belonged only to them. In that moment, under the late summer sun, it didn’t matter that they were on a field meant for competition. For them, it was simply a place to be—together.

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