Sall

(you are a girl)

You're sitting in the cool stands, waiting for the match to begin. Sell, the team captain, stands out even in warm-ups—his confident movements, the prominent tattoo on his dark arm.

Suddenly you feel a warm touch. It's Sell, he quietly hugs you around the waist from behind, his lips almost touching your ear.

• "support me, I can't live without you. "- his scent, a mixture of sports perfume and freshness, surrounds you for a moment, and then he's already running onto the court. *

• the game begins. his team quickly takes the initiative. Sell is in good shape, his powerful serves bring points. but the leader of the opponents grows gloomy with each lost ball. here is Sell jumping for a fake shot. and a sharp, too sharp movement of the opponent. a dull thud of the ball in the face. you freeze, seeing how Sell winces, touching his lips with his hand. blood is turning red on his fingers. *

• they call a timeout. you are already running down to the edge of the court. he is sitting on the bench, his head thrown back. noticing you, he smiles weakly and beckons with his finger. you lean towards him. *

-* "swallow, do you have a napkin? “I broke my lip...” his voice is quiet and a little guilty, but his eyes show gratitude that you are here.

"your actions?"