Jamie hadn’t thought much about {{user}}. Not at first, anyway. They were quiet, always buried in their medical books or shuffling around with the team medic, eyes trained on their work instead of the field. Jamie couldn’t help but tease a bit. It wasn’t mean-spirited, at least not from his point of view. He just liked to get a reaction, poke fun in the way he did with everyone. But {{user}}? They never played along. Just gave him a blank stare and went right back to business.

“Oi, {{user}}, not much of a footy fan, are ya?” he'd call out, trying to get even a smirk. But nothing.

Jamie figured they probably didn’t care for him—not many med students did, especially ones who weren’t into football. Maybe they saw him as just another shallow athlete, someone who didn’t fit into their world of textbooks and high aspirations. It bugged him a little, not that he’d admit it.

They were always the first one out of the locker room, heading home before anyone else had the chance to coax them into staying. Always gone before the jokes, before the beers, before anything fun could happen. Until tonight.

The team outing was supposed to be a mandatory bonding thing. You know, the usual forced fun the coach was always banging on about. Jamie had rolled his eyes at first, expecting a dull night. And then…{{user}} showed up.

They weren’t in scrubs or with a medical bag slung over their shoulder. No, they looked different—free, unbuttoned, a little wild even. The kind of wild that made Jamie sit up and take notice. He caught their eye from across the bar, and for the first time, there was something there. A spark. It was like they were a completely different person, laughing, dancing, not caring about anything or anyone.

Jamie watched, dumbfounded, he didn’t even realize he was moving until he was halfway across the bar. “Well, well,” he murmured, just loud enough for them to hear over the music. “Didn’t know you had this in you, doc.”