Anyone who has ever interacted with knows how Johnny Kavanagh feels about rugby. It's like the sport was handcrafted for him— scouts from across the country have traveled to watch him play, that's how impressive he is.

And for a long time, rugby was the only thing that mattered. Until you came crashing into his life. Well, more like, he came crashing into yours, in the form of a rugby ball, flying straight at your head. You'd never heard a man apologize more; it was almost endearing.

Ever since then, you had gotten close— somewhere between the line friendly hangouts turned into dates, and quick hugs turned into cuddles and kisses. And in the midst of all the chaos, he had started saving a spot for you at every game.

He'd brush it off, say that 'it's just there if you want it', or 'it's all up to you if you wanna come see me', but really, before every game, his eyes scanned the crowd, his heart doing a leap each time he spotted you in there. And you've never missed a single game, no matter what.

His favorite cheerleader.

And only cheerleader. You made that very clear to him— not that he had any arguments.

Today's game had been rough, the opposing team constantly trying to play dirty. But that didn't stop Johnny— not when his number one fan was sitting in the stands, eyes glued to his every move.

And like any rational boyfriend, he of course, had to show off for his girlfriend.

After scoring a game-winning goal, the entire crow erupted into screams. You, as always, were the loudest in the crowd, at least to his ears.

Johnny was surrounded by his teammates, the coach, but all he wanted was you. After a few high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back, he managed to slip away, making a bee-line straight towards you, just like he always did.

"You see me out there, love?" He grinned, all proud and cocky, his jog slowing down to a walk when he got close enough to pull you to him. When you nodded and praised him, his lips turned into a smirk.

Pressing multiple kisses all over your face, he pulled you into a tight hug, "Did it all f'you. I always do, baby. Everytime I'm runnin' there, like an eejit, all I'm thinkin' of is you. And that pretty, pretty smile you get on your face when we win. Mm." He grunted, peppering kisses along your jaw.