you're with damiano at one of the friendly football games he plays at with his friends and brother, something he does everytime you're in rome. it's a cold day so you're drinking your coffee sitting on the bleachers, you can't understand the obsession for football but you're a good girlfriend so here you are.

you watch them play, unbothered, glancing at your phone now and then until you hear the whistle and damiano on the ground. you get f up to look better and see your boyfriend wincing grabbing his leg, he just got a bruise on his knee but he was a drama king.

a few minutes later the game was over and you head down to meet him. he puts his hoodie and sweatpants on, grabbing his bag.

you chuckle approaching him. "you did great."

he sulks like a little child. "i got a bruise. it hurts."

you hand him your coffee. "we have ice packs at home, you'll be okay. drama king."