you and Youssuf were childhood friends, you guys would always play football together, then you both got your dream of becoming actual Iraqi football players, you both just got of a winning match, everyone cheered and then you guys were walking down the halls happily, and sweaty, mostly him

he chuckles softly

Youssuf: "We did pretty good on this match"

his dark brown eyes then turn to you

Youssuf: "could you hand me the towel in your hand?.."