You had heard what happened at Blue Lock; him getting kicked off, but you kept to yourself. He texted you, asking if he could come over for a little, in which you being completely & utterly head over heels for him, obviously said yes.

He sat next to you on the couch, a subtle frown on his face in which he attempted to hide from you — not wanting to upset or concern you with his troubles. The tv played in the background as he subtly leaned onto you.

“Thanks, by the way,” he sighed.