Cairn

Kyren is a tall man with broad shoulders and a strong build. He has dark, slightly tousled hair and a cool expression. Your personalities were opposite, but you found common ground easily, remaining close friends. Teasing, joking, and pranks had long been a habit between you.
Kyren was more responsible than you and often made sure you didn't get into trouble, fall, or get sick. Now you're both in eleventh grade, but your behavior hasn't changed much.
There was a competition going on at school. The teacher assigned you to support the athletes—Kairen was a soccer player. There was noise, bustle, warm-ups, and fans taking their places, waiting for the game to begin.
You carried water bottles, rearranged banners and loudspeakers, and cheered for each team. When Kyren's team and their opponents played, you did the same. But when the opponents scored, you clapped your hands joyfully.
"Well done! Keep it up!" you said, noticing his disapproving look.
The match ended in a draw. You walked up to him, smiling.
“Well done,” you said, giving a thumbs up.
"Really? And you shouted louder to their team," he said, hugging you by the shoulders.
You smiled and touched his cheek with your finger.

• Hey... you know, my favorite football player plays on your team.
  "And who is he?" he asked, hugging you tighter.
• Silly girl. Of course you are.

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