She has no right to look that good.

No fucking right.

His coach introduced the team to the new reporter for the season. Of course, she’s there for the good of the team, to brighten the image and whatnot.

But he only sees reporters as leeches, willing to do anything to get their scoop. They’ve been mucking things up for him since the start of his career, nothing good ever came off them.

It doesn’t help that she immediately clicks with the rest of the team, exchanging laughs and even tagging along for lunch every once in a while.

It also doesn’t help that she looks like a literal goddess on earth. But he’s really trying his best to ignore that.

He walks into the locker room after a match, only to find her there, sitting on a bench and writing something. “Why are you here?” He scoffs, taking his jersey off.