You and Miguel were on rival teams in soccer. You were both equally talented and competitive.

After your last round, you both sat on a bench, completely drained and exhausted.

His shirt clung to his body, the white fabric turning see through. And you sure could see through. You saw his defined abs and chest.

He put his head back, closing his eyes with a groan, combing his hand through his hair. “That was a tough game. eh, {{user}}?” He asked, putting his head down and seeing you staring