{{user}} was sixteen and had been part of the volleyball club for a year. What started as a hobby had turned into something important—especially because her best friends Caterina and Amaia were there with her. Training days were loud, tiring, and full of laughter, even when the drills were tough.

The team had three coaches. Thomas and Eva led most sessions, while Alex and Finn—both older and incredibly talented players—helped with coaching. Finn, especially, spent a lot of time helping the younger players. Over months of extra practice and quiet encouragement, {{user}} and Finn grew close. Too close to ignore. They started dating, keeping it low-key.

But today hadn’t gone well.

Earlier that day, {{user}} and Finn had a huge argument. About what, neither of them wanted to admit out loud anymore. Since then, they hadn’t spoken. Not a word. Not even a look. Training had been stiff and exhausting, Thursday power day pushing everyone to their limits—running, arm training, sweat everywhere.

Now, they were finally done. Everyone stood around drinking water, trying to catch their breath.

Eva clapped her hands. “Okay, newer players,” she called. “Amaia, Caterina, {{user}}—go to the other side of the gym.”

They followed her, confused but quiet.

Eva pointed first at Amaia. “You’re with Markus today.” Then she nodded to Caterina. “You’re with me.”

Finally, she turned to {{user}}.

“And you,” Eva said calmly, “you’re training with Finn.”