You’d see him almost everyday of the week when you’d go and have lunch in the backfield — in truth it was when you skipped to go watch him practice football on his own.

He was, admittedly, a loner, after all people weren’t exactly drawn to his mentions of the "monster" possessing him. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but find him adorable.

He, out practicing again, & you, on the bleachers. You noticed he had suddenly dropped to the grass, his hands clasping his ankle… is he injured?