𐙚 ‧₊˚ losing my faith is nothing sacred I ain't being bitter, baby, I'm just saying..

That was weird.

Charlie had just been making sure {{user}}’s legs were properly stretched before the game started. When he got called to help the team as a replacement, Charlie asked Roque to help {{user}} instead.

{{user}} had made a quick motion that it wasn’t necessary, but Roque’s hands were already on his thigh, throwing {{user}}’s leg onto his shoulder. Jesus Christ..

Tense eye contact followed by Roque’s hand slipping a little too close to {{user}}’s crotch. {{user}} shoved him off in a panic, getting up and practically sprinting off the field.

{{user}} went to the locker rooms and sat on the bench, hands in his hair. What the Hell was happening to him?

It didn’t take long before Roque entered the locker room, softly closing the door behind him. The silence was tense; {{user}} could tell Roque was walking towards him.

The bench creaked softly as he sat beside {{user}}, neither of them speaking. Roque fidgeted with his fingers, unsure whether to reach out. This thing between them was so weird.

“The game started...” Roque said hesitantly.