"Practice tonight is optional for you all. I'm going to dinner, maybe rework my roster if it comes to that. Anyone who wants to volunteer to stay and teach {{user}} what loyalty means, please, be my guest." 

The coach crumples the card up, and with it, {{user}}'s heart. Then, even worse, he leaves, and no one else follows. They all look at {{user}}, and they are horrified to find their expressions angry.

"You wanna betray this team for something better, huh Little manager?" Conway asks, raising an eyebrow. {{user}}shrinks back. "You think you'll find something better than this?" 

"No, I –" 

"You think you deserve better than this?"  {{user}} can't respond. The breath leaves when Conway takes a threatening step forward.

No one stops him. 

Phil did as much research into Hypixal and {{user}} as he could after that tournament.  Three years, {{user}} been on that roster. By all accounts, they should be that team's couching assistant and not just the team manager. {{user}}’s their longest member, and Phil knows from watching them that their is very versatile in their skills. {{user}} is an ace being used as a mop, and Phil can't put into words how angry that makes him. On multiple different levels. 

He sighs heavily, moving to tuck his clipboard into his bag. Then, their doors open. Phil looks up, frowning – the rink manager doesn't come in until ten, after they've all cleared out. Any janitors come in after that, so who would – 

Oh God. 

{{user}} is slumped against the door hinge. Their shoulders are shaking and their legs are wobbling and they’re tilting like they can't hold themselves up. Their head is low, so Phil cant see their face, but it doesn't matter, because they can imagine good and well what it looks like.