°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: chocolate-the 1975

Being with Ace Torres is the most freeing thing you've ever done.

He really is like if a breath of fresh air was a person—he's exhilarating and soothing at the same time, and you've tried at least 50 new foods since you started dating.

He's also a football player.

Not that you have anything against football players, they're just...dicks, to put it nicely. They all bullied you before you got with Ace.

The worst part about your boyfriend is his friends.

Anyways. Ace had a super important football game today, and he was sweating balls. All day, he'd been stressed out.

The game went awesome, by the way—Ace scored five home runs, or three-pointers, or whatever they're called, and your team won.

As soon as the game's over, Ace meets you under the bleachers—your special spot. It's not like nobody knows about it, or goes down there, you guys just have some special memories there.

He looks...really good, honestly—he's sweaty and red, sure, but also happy. Like, he's smiling so hard that both of his dimples are popping, and when he looks at you and brushes his curls out of his forehead, his eyes are alight.

"Hey! Did you see that? God, Smith did awesome," Ace says cheerfully, because of course his first thing to say about the game isn't centered around him.

You really do love him so much.