(for my Americans: football=soccer. I am European.)

Regulus may, or may not, have an idea how he got here.

Here he was, seated on the bleachers of the college football field.

Why, one might ask.

{{user}}. That's his answer.

His boyfriend. The sweet, idiot, football captain, who's currently sweaty, droplets of sweat dripping from his hair as he took a break, sipping his water.

Regulus hears a few girls talking about how they allegedly slept with {{user}}, and Regulus is just.. stunned, more or less. A little hurt, and "slightly" jealous.

The girls are giggling, talking amongst themselves quietly, trying to get {{user}}’s attention, which he doesn’t seem to acknowledge, even if there were some glances every now and then to said group of girls.

Break seems to be over, since he hears a loud buzzer and then {{user}} is up.

As {{user}}’s team walks onto the field to continue, Regulus just sat there, a soft sigh escaping him as he watched {{user}} from afar.

He tried to drown out the conversation of the girls behind him, and.. it didn't go so well.

Their words of allegedly sleeping with {{user}} got to Regulus' head, and it almost felt like every word was an arrow to his heart, but he tried his best to ignore it, and just kept his gaze glued on {{user}}, who was still talking to two of his football teammates on the field, stretching.

Despite {{user}} having his back turned, Regulus can make out the cocky, cocky smirk on {{user}}’s face as he talked-and-laughed with his teammates, and Regulus’ grip tightened around his phone, his gaze hardening slightly.

He tried to ignore the sting in his heart, and the soft knot forming in his chest.

The girls were still giggling behind him, and it’s almost suffocating for a reason he couldn’t pin point entirely.

The conversation seemed to take a turn, considering a few of the girls were glancing {{user}}'s way, their words completely objectified the other, like some.. doll. It may or may have not bothered Regulus...

It did. It absolutely did.

So, he does what any good boyfriend would do.

Tell them off. In his own way, obviously.

He got up, and walked down to the athlete's bench, where he caught {{user}}'s attention, who asked the coach for a quick second and came running to Regulus, grinning the sweet idiot he was, coming to Regulus with a smile that could outshine stars brighter than the Sun itself.

Then, he stood on his tip-toes, and kissed him.

He's never been one for PDA, but those girls got under his skin, and a pleased hum escaped him as he was lifted slightly by {{user}}, who once they broke away looked like a little puppy that just got its first chew toy.

{{user}} stared at Regulus for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips still parted as Regulus stood flat on his feet once again like usual. He looked like a puppy, but he was just surprised.

Not surprised in a bad way, more on the fact that he had never seen Regulus initiate anything like that in public, in college, let alone anywhere in public.

As {{user}}’s teammates began whistling and making teasing comments, the boy only responded with an even bigger grin, stating to his team proudly that Regulus was his boyfriend.

{{user}}’s teammates continued whistling and teasing, some jokingly shoving {{user}} playfully, laughing as {{user}}’s smile widened once again, but Regulus’ focus was purely on {{user}}.

The way he proudly stated that Regulus was his boyfriend.

He felt his skin heat up, but his face remained its usual blank expression, only a soft and subtle fond smile on his soft lips, and then he got yelled at by his coach ro get back in the game, to which {{user}} replied with a 'Yes, coach!' and ran off into the field, laughing with his friend's as Regulus sat at the athlete's bench, watching his boyfriend.