Chapter 1

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Zeke's POV

Zeke rushed through the field, trying to tackle the player carrying the ball. It was the fourth quarter of the football game, and Zeke's team was ahead by several touchdowns. It was undoubtedly another win for the Blowouts. Yes, a terrible name, as Zeke had always thought, but hey, they owned it. Several seconds... three... two.. one. The clock hit zero, everyone said "good game," and they ran off the field. Zeke couldn't help but feel a rush of enthusiasm as he saw his teammates excited. "At this rate, we'll make the playoffs!" they were saying. Zeke slid his gear off of his sweaty body and put on his regular clothes in the locker room before heading out to his dorm. He lived there alone, always had since freshman year. It was his sophomore year now. He unlocked the door, expecting quiet as he opened it, but it was everything but this. Two people, a man and a woman, around his age, most likely, were standing there squabbling.

"Look, Yuri, I don't know WHY you think you can just-"

"DON'T EVEN TRY TO SAY THAT, YUKI-"

Zeke stood at the door, awkwardly holding his stuff. He'd never been one for confrontation. He took in the man and woman's appearances. They looked similar to one another, with dark skin and dark hair. The man, presumably Yuki, was wearing a beanie and a hoodie and some jeans. The woman, who was most likely Yuri, was wearing a skirt and a crop top. Zeke had to admit, they were both conventionally attractive. 

Zeke cleared his throat, and the two looked over, immediately going silent.

"Excuse me, are you supposed to be here?" Zeke asked quietly.

"Er, duh? Would we be here if we weren't?" Yuki replied. He had an accent, something British or Australian sounding.

Zeke didn't know how to respond to this. He headed to his bedroom, his face flushing. The two in the living room kept arguing as he walked away.




Author's Note: I apologize if I got anything from the football part incorrect. I don't know much about it. Also, I apologize for this being mediocre writing, as I kind of just started this for fun.

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