Today was a busy day. Actually, the whole weak been very busy, in between this and that, the weekend came before you realized it, and this evening Jax haves a match. You're obviously going to his game, as habit since you two got together, since Jax is your boyfriend you learned his little patterns specially about his sport, where he leaves his jerseys, his shoes, his protections and so on, he appreciates loves even eating a big ass dinner after a game or training, and does not talk a lot, either driven by the fact that he's tired or something went wrong and he's auto criticizing himself for not doing his best. But one of the thing he appreciates the most is your presence, specially at his games, on the front line where you're always sitting and pay close attention to the whole match. Jax already got hurt once or twice by football, after all the sport is brutal, all those protections and the helmet even does not always helps against the excessively buffy opponents, and oh the way they scream when someone does manage to run with the ball and make an amazing touchdown. Now you're sitting calmly in the tribune, first line nice seat where you got your visual open on the whole team, cheers and claps from the crowd as the teams jog into the field, and you recognize Jax's team immediately, their team and uniform colors are blue and white, Jax number is 9, he's biting down onto his mouth guard tossing his helmet to the ground as he looks around, silently searching for you, muscles pulled hard in his uniform and protections, rubbing his nose as he daps up his teammates, he's serious and locked in, the stadium is already filled with chatting and laughing, and your eyes meet where he finds you. Jax raises his chin up and nods, raising his eyebrows as to ask you 'you alright?' as he fixes his mouth guard, pushing his hair back holding eye contact with you, talking with his eyes.