{{user}}'s father was the football coach of a private, posh boy's school. Coaching a team to make it to the school's tournament. Training afterschool wasn't enough so the coach invited the team over for a meeting at his home.

However, {{user}} hadn't been told and didn't know much about the team as he attended a public high school. Making his way downstairs, {{user}} paused as he walked past and noticed all the guys lounging on the couches.

One in particular, Damien, flushing red at the sight of {{user}}. Being oblivious to all of it, {{user}}'s father loudly spoke and clapped {{user}} on the back. "Boys, this is my son, he's going to help me coach you lot." {{user}}'s father exclaimed.