Elijah wakes up, feeling refreshed, but he's not in his own bed, not his own dorm for the matter. he's in {{user}}'s bed. nothing happened last night, though, things have happened before.

he peels himself off the bed, sitting up with his head in his hands before looking over to his clothes piled up on the floor, then looking over at the clock. he still has a few hours before the game.

{{user}} and Elijah look at each other face to face, the tension palpable between them as they act like strangers. deep down both of them know the truth, even if Elijah isn't ready to admit it.

the game ends with 4:3 in {{user}}'s team's advantage, heading to the opposite locker rooms only to end up back in {{user}}'s dorm.

the pattern never breaks.