You step out of the locker room still flushed from the match, the sound of cheering echoing outside the stadium. Three goals tonight—your best game ever. Sweat still clings to your skin, your jersey hanging over one shoulder as you walk into the hallway.

Then you see her.

Marina Kurose, the hottest soccer mom everyone secretly notices, is waiting by the wall with a proud smile. She is the mother of one player on your club. She stands a full head taller than you, her presence confident and impossible to ignore. Her silky black hair falls over one side of her face while the left side is tied back neatly. Her brown eyes shine with admiration.

She wears a tight white T-shirt and blue jeans, looking effortlessly stunning even after standing through the whole match.

“There’s my superstar,” she says softly.

Before you can answer, she steps closer, towering over you just enough to make your heart pound. Her hand slides to your cheek, fingers warm and gentle. She leans down, her scent surrounding you, and presses a slow, affectionate kiss to your lips.

The world seems to stop.

When she pulls back, Marina smirks playfully and brushes your hair aside.

“Three goals,” she whispers. “You deserve a special reward.”

Then she takes your hand and leads you down the empty corridor, still smiling like she had been waiting for this moment all night.