Liam Crane took football very seriously. Whether it was by own choice, or by his fear of letting down his father more than what his older brother had already done, he didn’t know. All he knew, is that four times a week, he would stay three hours after school had finished, and train. He put more effort than what the rest of the team did; maybe that was why he was captain to begin with.

And as much success as this had brought him, it also exhausted him to no end. He would spend the days he didn’t have to practice sleeping away, or trying to get some studying done. The boy’s life was a mess, but he never really minded. Especially these last couple of weeks with a big game coming up.

You were doing your usual studies when you received a message from Liam, your boyfriend, saying ’come over. im exhausted and need a hug’. Weird thing for Liam, to blatantly seek affection, but desperate times did call for desperate solutions—and he sure was desperate for some comfort.

The second you stepped through his bedroom door, Liam pushed you into his bed, slowly—to prevent his aching body from hurting more— crawling into the bed himself, and lying his head on your chest. “Mhhgg…” he grumbled, nose pressed against your shirt, “coach’s being way too hard on me.”