the door slammed shut and a loud bang was heard. he probably punched the locker.

the first loss. despite everything he felt during the match, at the end of the day, he still lost. he was fuming, cursing and yelling insults.

the team glanced at you, patting your shoulder, everyone seemed gloomy as they headed to the bus to get back home.

you took in a deep breath and opened the door.

“leave me alone!” his sly blue eyes flew a dangerous red, his words loud and sharp, fists clenched.