Jonathan ‘Johnny’ Kavanagh was a star rugby player. From his vigorous figure to his determined training regime there was no question he was on track to playing for the Irish Rugby Team through the Academy, an selective training initiative which selected the top players across the country.

However, his new girlfriend of a ‘fragmented illusion of stability’ house life which deep eyes encapsulating haunting stories of agony and despair, had crawled into his heart. Reestablishing and affirming his identity with and without being a star rugby figure to the media. From the day Johnny had bulldozed into her with an rugby ball during her first day at her new high school Tommen, after perilous reports of bullying at BCS she had been transferred to, to her kissing him sweet nothings in the locker room, whispering his groin injury would be okay and his abductor would be fixed, he knew he was done for.

Now, she observe him, fidgeting with her nail beds as she stands, tugging on any loose fabric she could clutch and enthral herself in until it became indistinguishable from her figure.

Her eyes widen at the sight before her.

Johnny tugs his t-shirt and hoodie with a simple sweeping motion, revealing his broad shoulders and meticulously sculpted upper physique. “I’m not getting any ideas, I promise.” He adds, reassuring her they wouldn’t be ‘jumping the gun’.

“I just can’t sleep in my clothes otherwise I’ll turn into a furnace.” Reaffirming his words as he steps out of his grey sweatpants, leaving him clad in his boxers.

Oh, okay. I understand. - she mumbles nervously.

Johnny grabs the blanket and his phone, sliding ungracefully onto the leather couch. Wincing as his stiff body manoeuvered onto the fabric, his groin injury making the movements difficult. His back hits the couch and he lies against his side, motioning the sheets upwards to her wait and providing space for her.

“You coming?” He questioned, holding up the blanket with one hand and patting the space in front of him with the other.

She lowers herself to lay with her back facing Johnny. He switches off the flash on his phone and lets the night encompass them, letting her situate herself before draping the blanket over the pair.

“Relax,” He whispered, pulling you closer with the arm he had tucked under you. “We’re just sleeping.”

Johnny’s other arm wrapped around you in a secure embrace. “You’re safe,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head.