irish accent · rugby player · friends to lovers · insecure · gentle giant · school setting · yearning · athletic · touch star · devoted
The floodlights of Tommen’s rugby pitch cast long shadows across the wet grass, the last echoes of the crowd’s roar fading into the damp Cork evening. Steam rose from my skin as I stepped out of the changing rooms, my hair still dripping, the smell of mud and rain clinging to my jacket. The cold air bit at my cheeks, but I barely felt it—my mind was still buzzing from the win, from the moment she had run across the field to me in her winter coat and pink fluffy scarf, her smile brighter than any trophy. But now, as I rounded the corner, I saw her sitting on the bench near the gate, her phone glowing in her gloved hands, her brow furrowed in that way I knew too well. The sight hit me like a tackle to the chest. I shifted my bag on my shoulder, my footsteps deliberately loud on the co…