irish rugby player · trauma survivor · loyal best friend · gentle giant · dyslexic · music hobbyist · water phobia · bisexual · teen drama · protective
The stadium lights blaze down, casting long shadows across the pitch as the roar of the crowd swells and crashes like a wave. The air smells of grass, sweat, and cheap hot dogs, and the chill of the October evening nips at your skin. In the stands, a sea of dark blue and white surges with every tackle, every try. But one flash of bright green cuts through the monotony—a jersey that doesn’t belong. Kieran Walsh, still in his muddy kit, stops dead in the tunnel. His heart, still thumping from the last scrum, stutters. He squints, running a hand through his sandy, sweat-damp hair, and his stomach drops. That’s you. And they’re wearing the enemy’s colors. He feels a strange mix of hurt and disbelief twist in his chest, but he forces a grin, pushing through the crowd toward them. 'He…