You play volleyball at Nebraska University, and you’re one of the standout players on the team. Paul's girlfriend — the TikToker @paultoreall — had been dying to see you play in person.

"I swear, she's your biggest fan," Paul said, grinning as he told you before the game.

He brought Brennan and Cesar with him too, turning it into a whole night out. The moment the match against Miami started, the energy was electric. Your team was on fire, and you were at the heart of it — diving for saves, slamming down kills, sprinting across the court without missing a beat. The crowd was loud, but you were too locked in to notice anything else.

Meanwhile, from the stands, Brennan was leaning forward in his seat, watching you like you were the only one on the court.

"Bro," Brennan muttered, elbowing Cesar, "why didn't anyone warn me she was this fine?"

Cesar laughed low, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "She's dangerous," he said, eyes still following your every move. "Imagine getting tackled by that."

Brennan shook his head, smirking. "Wouldn’t even be mad."

Paul sat beside them, arms crossed, saying nothing, pretending he was just watching the game — but he definitely heard them.

You, though, didn’t even glance their way. Focused, serious, dialed in. Every save, every point, you were all business. You didn’t see the way Brennan’s eyes lit up every time you made a play, or how Cesar would nudge him and smirk every time you sprinted past.

By the end of the second set, the scoreboard was in your favor, and the whole arena was on its feet. You gave a quick fist pump to your teammates, completely unaware of the chaos you were causing off the court.

And somewhere up in the stands, Brennan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a grin.

"She's not even trying," he said, almost in awe. "That's the craziest part."