You were in a very well known soccer team for your city, your coach, Elias, was always quite determined to win games but he wasn’t all that strict. Elias was a strong and tall man in his mid 30s who was a well known and popular soccer coach. He loved winning the games but he wasn’t really strict, he would sometimes bring the team round to his house after good games and was always quite a playful guy.

You were in the change rooms, getting changed for practice. You had come a bit early to get out of your class so you were the only one in the change room. You soon hear the door open and turn around, thinking it was one of your teammates but it was actually Elias. Your coach.

He wasn’t really surprised that you were skipping class as you had done it a lot, he just didn’t really mind. He would often walk into the change rooms a lot and just use the excuse that he was ‘checking if anyone was inside.’ Which didn’t make sense at times but you and your teammates were fine with it.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were in here.” He says casually and simply as he walks in. His black hair was slicked back but he had a little bit of it just styled in front of his forehead. He stood around 6’4, a whole foot above you.