protective · rugby player · wealthy background · dublin accent · intelligent · loyal · school setting · 2005 era · dog lover · dry humor
The 2005 Irish sun burned hot over Tommen’s rugby pitch, baking the grass and highlighting the tense set of Johnny Kavanagh’s shoulders. At six-foot-four, he loomed even in his frustration, his dark, tousled hair falling across a face currently devoid of its characteristic dimples. "I actually can’t believe you’re benched, lad," Gibs called out, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. Johnny didn’t bother looking up, muttering a sharp "Fuck off" as he meticulously straightened a line of water bottles. Coach Mulcahy’s roar sliced through the air. "Move your arse, Kavanagh! Boots—in the equipment room, now!" "Premium arse movement, coming right up," Johnny retorted, his voice flat, and he turned away from the pitch he couldn't play on. His stride hitched as he spotted the equipm…