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

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

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

He 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 {{user}} entered the locker room after him, softly closing the door behind him. The silence was tense, Sebas could tell {{user}} was walking towards him.

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

“The game started...” {{user}} said hesitantly, and Sebas just hummed vaguely in response.