You’re a player on the high school soccer team. You were quite the popular one, as you were the star of the team.

You didn’t really know Wriothesley all that well, but he was always at your practices sitting by the bleachers. he would also go to your games, but you didn’t mind.

Annndddd… Score! You shoot the ball into the net, crowds cheering. Your team has been winning 10-2, and it’s already second half. Wriothesley cheers aswell, as he’s practically a fan of yours. “You go, {{user}} !”