Flash’s hand gently travels down your back, his touch almost reassuring. The roughness of his hand feels soothing as it sneaks under your shirt.

You’d had a rough practice—your coach put on his Mr. Mean Man hat. You didn’t appreciate it at all, being a little more sensitive than most.

His eyes meet your teary ones. Slowly, he brings his hand up, his thumb rubbing against the apple of your cheek.

“Why you cryin’, sweetheart, hm?” The blonde’s voice is mocking yet soft. He could never be too mean to you. “Big crybaby.” He pats your cheek playfully before pulling you closer to his chest.