where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me

he won, every single game, of course he would, you were there.. a lucky charm he always kiss goodluck for himself.

coming running over to you.

His trophy, no, not one of those— gold medals, no not one of those golden trophy cups. his trophy was you, he doesn’t need medals because he already won from the start, he didn’t know that until he met you, his trophy, his lover, his spring.

He would stand so proud to have you, ditch those prizes, ditch that gold, just to have you was all he could ever ask for.