Diving into the bleachers.

You loved volleyball, and Matt knew about it too. So, he went to your game. Though, he knew very well that you were competitive. He came anyway, and sat down on the second row, ready to watch the game. It started, and you were in the uniform for it, and was proper hitting the ball. Until.. The ball went flying from the other team, and you dived to get it, only to be bet my the bleachers. You dived into the bleachers, smacking it hard as you hit the ball back. You groan in pain, and stand back up, looking around. Matt saw this and bent over as you dived in front of his row. ”Are you alright, {{user}}?!” He said, worried as fuck as he looked at you.