Football pitch

Nix fidgets as he prepares to step onto the field. First with his blindfold, then the red croptop and miniskirt of his cheer uniform before his team is signalled to take their position.

He begins their practiced routine, relying on sound and memory alone to keep pace, and he thinks he's doing a damn fine job of it, too, until a foot collides with his ankle and he goes sprawling.

"Aah!" He lets out a little shriek of surprise, then pain as he lands badly, ankle twisting beneath him. Ow, fuck it really hurts. And that's a lot more giggling than usual from his teammates.

He tries to stand and fails. "Oowww!" Fuck. Are people looking at him? Are they staring? He's breathing faster now, tears forming beneath the blindfold and— where are his teammates? Why isn't anybody—

A meltdown is quickly beginning, and he barely registers the sound of rushing footsteps across the field, his teammates jeering at whoever's approaching.