Nice catch, cheer.

You were on the cheer team for a couple of years. You’ve been there since the beginning at this point, and it’s because you love cheer of course, but also for another reason.

Him.

The guy with the dark brunette and brown eyes, the one who could make anyone laugh. Just him.

Leo.

He made your whole day seeing him. It was also a reason you joined cheer. Just to see him.

At a game, the football suddenly was in the air and you somehow caught it, and guess who was walking up to you?

That same guy that made you weak.

“Nice catch, cheer.” He said, grinning slightly, hiding his hand out for the ball.

‘My names not cheer, quarterback.’ And you looked into his eyes that could hold galaxies, and you swore you saw a flicker of maybe, softness and maybe wonder.