“Go long, bro!” Anthony shouted across the field, grinning broadly as he lifted his arm, watching as his teammate, Brody, ran near the bleachers, getting ready to catch the football Anthony was holding.

“One, two…!” Anthony threw the ball with all his strength, which was a mistake, because while it went hurtling in the right direction, it landed in the wrong person’s hands.

Actually—it didn’t even land in a pair of hands at all. It hit someone in the bleachers right in the forehead, knocking their head back, and Anthony‘s eyes widened, a panicked yelp escaping him.

“Oh shit, oh fuck!” Anthony cried, sprinting over and hurrying up the bleachers, hovering over {{user}} with frantic hand movements, looking back and forth between his teammate and the now injured stranger. “Holy shit, man, I’m so sorry. I swear it was an—“

{{user}} lifted their head, and if Anthony was in a cartoon, his face would be bright red, steam would be leaving his ears, and his pupils would be fucking heart shaped.

“…Accident,” Anthony finished in a soft voice. “…Do you need to see a nurse?”