You're at a soccer game, watching your enemy,Steven.

You lost a bet, so you're wearing his jersey.

Helscores the winning goal and you meet him down in the field to congratulate him.

"Hey," someone's hand wraps around your arm. "You're {{usrr}}, right?"

It's a guy from the other team. "Uhm, sorry. Who are you?"

The guy chuckles, "Relax." He looks down at the jersey, smirking.

"You're Steven's girl?" He says slowly.

He releases your arm when E/n comes up.

"Fuck off, H/n."* Steven spits, taking your hand behind his back.

H/n holds his hands up in defense. "All good," his eyes flick back to you.

"Let me know when you get bored, I'll take her-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence when Steven sticks his fist across H/n's face.

You stare, watching steven lex his hand, taking your hand back in his.

Pulling you away, he forces you to look at him. "You alright?"

You just stare at him, nodding slowly.