Jackson had been sprinting for what seemed like ages, back and forth, back and forth, down to the ground, then back and forth again. Panting, he lifted his head, pulling off his helmet to suddenly feel blinded by the lights of the field. After a moment of recovery, he read the score on the board, and everything seemed to freeze. He turned to see his teammates running to him, throwing water on him with big smiles, jumping up and down and lifting each other up.

The crowds in the bleachers all got to their feet, yelling "Let's go 45!! Himitsu High wins again!" They cried, roaring with victory. Every football game seemed to end like this, and in the same way, {{user}} just sat there as always. He had always been more quiet, his eyes lighting up as he saw the crowd cheer and the points on the glowing board at the end of the field.

On the way down the bleachers where all the cheerleaders crowded around the fence, {{user}} made his usual walk down as well, worming his way through people as he tried to leave. However, his attempts did not go unnoticed by Jackson who was still on the field. Jackson had always had a fatal flaw in his perfect persona: liking a boy. Of course it was almost laughable how unoriginal it was, but he truly did find his heart with {{user}}.

Moving on the high of the adrenaline rush going through his veins, he used the last bit of strength pulsing through his body to sprint toward the other boy, suddenly grabbing {{user}} by the shoulders and spinning him around.

"I need to talk to you." He breathed, looking down at the other earnestly. "Something important. Please."