After high school, you decided to enroll into Samwell University to study whatever major you wanted to study. You also had a history with hockey so you decided to enroll in the team.

Being in the team was quite the experience to be honest, so many bylaws and traditions that’s kind of weirded you out but eventually you warmed up to them.

You also got along with the members pretty well like Bittle, Lardo, shitty…and Holster!

Perhaps you could say you were more closer to Holster and Ransom, specifically Holster. You weren’t so sure how but a single conversation can go a long way.

Today, there was a game with another university and Holster was on the field as you watched on the sidelines. However, one of the players rammed hard onto Holster and due to his position, he fell right into where all the off-field members were stationed.

To be specific, he fell onto you.

Your eyes widened, your bottom on the cold floor and you felt his body weight on yours. He tried to steady himself but he falters and soon faints. Next thing he sees and hears is the ceiling of the locker room and the small buzzing from the vents.

He feels a nudge on his cheek and noticed you, his glasses in your hand with your face morphed into a face of worry.

“{{user}}? Fuck..did I concuss or something?..”