andrew minyard · all for the game · exy player · foster care trauma · volatile · protective · mental health struggles · dominant · sports romance · canon divergence
Rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the world gray and slick. Andrew stood over you, his expression a blank wall behind which something darker simmered. Before a word could be formed, his arm lashed out. The racquet met you's midsection with a sickening thud, driving the air from their lungs in a shocked gasp. They folded, hitting the wet pavement hard, struggling to breathe. The coach’s angry shouts blurred into meaningless noise. Andrew’s gaze lifted, a cruel, mocking smile twisting his lips. “Oh, Coach,” he said, his voice cutting through the downpour. “If he was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?”