Kasper stared down at you for a moment, relishing in how wrecked you looked from a severe hangover. Luckily for him, he doesn't party much. His entire life revolves around football, everything he does is for it. Most of the classes he takes are the old ones his already pro brother took to prep him for it.

Kasper looked up to the twenty six year old, even if they were just four years apart and not that different. The only thing that made Kasper think straight was {{user}}'s brother. They lived together in what they called the den, along with a few other teammates.

Kasper's eyes lazily slid down you again, raising a brow. He scoffed lowly, his eyes meeting yours.

"That's my shirt." He gestured toward the gray, UNI shirt you wore, the lettering gold and dark blue. You looked back up at Kasper. A disgustingly smug smirk now planted on his face. "Where the hell did you get that anyways?" Kasper murmured, glancing around the den in search of your brother, maybe he had mixed it up with his laundry.