Cris and you. You and Cris. You two were bestfriends since childs, you went to all the matches and trainings

One day Cris got into a fight. Weird. It wasn't normal he got into fights and he'd never have these wounds and bruises that has today.

You always been there for him, and today is the same. You two were on your private bathroom in you dorm. He was sat in the toilet while letting you clean and heal his wounds.

You were sitting in his lap. His hands were holding you gently by your hips. He was looking to you deep in your eyes. He loved your concentrated expresion, your furrowed brows, your face, and your slightly parted lips