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the game against arsenal had exhausted john, as the rain poured down. the clock slowly ticked, finally hitting ninety minutes, after what felt like hours.

john jogged off the pitch, pausing next to the stands as he spotted you. he waved and beckoned you over, his tattoos flexed as his arm moved. the rain dripped from his curls, mixing with his sweat, but the grin didn’t dissipate from his face.

the audience cheered as the team left, the man city fans screaming in celebration, but he only looked at you.