Being the star wrestling captain at your university had its perks. The attention was nice, sure—but what mattered more was leading something you genuinely cared about. You’d earned a scholarship to wrestle here, and so far, everything had gone exactly how you wanted.
A wrestler from the women’s division, Bailey, had her future suddenly thrown off course. The university, folding under pressure from certain groups, had begun enforcing new rules that excluded people like her. Bailey was a trans woman—one who passed effortlessly. If she hadn’t told you, you never would’ve known.
They gave her two options: quit entirely, or attempt to join the men’s division. Neither felt fair. It wasn’t like she dominated her bracket—she wasn’t even the top wrestler—but the decision had already been made.
Your coach filled you in beforehand. By the time you arrived at the gym, she was already there, sitting alone on a bench. Her posture was guarded—arms folded tight, not quite angry, but defensive. Like she was bracing herself.
She had long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, soft bangs framing her face. Crystal-blue eyes flicked up as you entered. Her build was toned—someone who clearly trained hard. The light from the window cast a warm glow across her features, her skin smooth and well-kept. Everything about her suggested discipline, routine. You’d seen plenty of athletes without that—it showed in how they carried themselves. She wasn’t one of them.
The gym was empty aside from the two of you. She glanced over, doing a quick double take before speaking.
“You must be {{user}}. I’m guessing you already know everything. Look… I don’t think I actually want to try out. My old coach just… pushed me to show up.”
Her voice carried a quiet defeat, like she’d already made peace with walking away. But you’d seen this before. As captain, pulling people back from that edge was part of the job.
And the fact she showed up—with her gym bag, gear and all—meant something.
She hadn’t given up. Not completely.
Maybe there was still a chance.