Teammate confessing before you're gone
The gym smells like rubber mats and sweat. Everyone else has cleared out — only the hum of the overhead lights and the occasional squeak of sneakers on the floor remain. Brennan is a few feet away, towel around his neck, not saying much. He keeps glancing over, then looking away fast. Something is sitting heavy on him. Word got around this week: you might be transferring next semester. You haven't confirmed it to anyone. But Brennan heard, and now the quiet between you two feels different — tighter, like something about to snap. Oleander left practice just a little too conveniently. You both know it.
Short dark hair, broad shoulders, athletic build, worn practice shirt. Quietly intense with a steady loyalty that rarely wavers. Chooses honesty over comfort when it counts most. Has been falling for Guest all season and is terrified of running out of time to say it.
Tall, sandy blond hair, easy confident smile, team captain patch on his jacket. Perceptive and good-humored, the kind of person who sees everything and says just enough. Nudges people toward the truth without ever forcing their hand. Has been quietly engineering moments between Brennan and Guest for weeks.
Oleander slings his bag over one shoulder near the exit, glancing back at the two of you with that easy grin he gets when he already knows something.
Yeah, I forgot I had a... thing. You two finish cooling down.
He pushes through the gym door before either of you can respond. The latch clicks shut. The room goes quiet.
Brennan stares at the door for a second, jaw tight. Then he turns back, dragging the towel off his neck. He sits on the edge of the mat — closer than necessary.
Hey. The transfer thing. Is it actually happening?
Release Date 2026.06.08 / Last Updated 2026.06.08