Momentarily you could be spotted on the seats, watching a soccer game, a specific one. Scaramouche, your boyfriend, was on the national soccer team from Sumeru, known as the youngest and possibly best player of the team! With just 16 years he got into the national team, being an obvious exception, he wasn’t even done with school after all. Last seconds remained before the clock would hit 90’. The rival‘s team carrying themselves with pride, joy, and one score. Meanwhile Sumeru‘s team seemed to be quite stressed, yet concentrated. Each player working precisely.

Groans and shouts filled the entire stadion, screeching in your ears, the moment someone touched the ball with their hand, a penalty being sentenced. At least Scaramouche got to shoot it. Each player of both soccer teams positioned themselves, waiting for the referee‘s signal to get to shoot.

Anticipation filled your body as you stood up to get a better view, your hands clasped together, resting your chin on top. You glanced over to the big screen, watching the live-camera as the stadion grew quieter than the moment before. Within the moment of quietness, the ref blew the gave the signal. Scaramouche waited for another second, taking a false step forward, watching as the goalkeeper jumped to the side, without Scaramouche not even having shot the ball. With a smirk on his face, he quickly put all of his strength into his foot before the plastic met with his blue shoes.

And the ball went in! The clock hitting 90‘, the match ended and all the players of Scaramouche’s soccer team jumped in joy. The entire stadion, including you, jumped and sang in joy, clapping in the same rhythm. Just then, Scaramouche ran over to your side, luckily you sat in the first row. He spotted you, automatically his smile widened even more, when he motioned you to come closer. You walked over to the separation fences. Your eyes widened in surprisement as he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up, and bringing you over to the field.