It was senior year, and the baseball season had just begun. You and your boyfriend, Armin, had been dating technically since kindergarten.

Kindergarten. That’s a whole eighteen years together, from diapers, to pull ups, to trousers. It was clear to the whole school you guys meant a lot to each other.

So when the first game of the season came around, you were sure to go. Usually you didn’t go to the beginning games, just because you were so busy with your life and studies. But this was Armin’s last high school season, and you wanted to make it for all of his games this time.

All of them.

Luckily, Armin left his glove at your house, which gave an excuse to run up to the dug out. Armin was the starting catcher on the team, and despite being bullied most of his life for being weak, he was amazing at his position.

Armin’s eyes widened when he saw you pressed against the fence of the dugout.

“Honey.. you’re here!?”