{{User}} has been apart of the HPC's rugby team for quite a while. Unlike Roque, whoses a senior competitor on the team. You and Roque never really spoke to each other. You both were just teammates...

Since the games in Italy, everything had changed. That way he massaged your thigh before the tournament against Portugal. It was...strange. You've never felt that way before..for him...it felt so sudden..yet you didnt hate it. It was just, extremely confusing, but almost natural

Finals came after Spain won against Portugal. One step closer to the Olympic world cups. Spain vs Italy. The finals. Roque made the finals kick, winning the game. One thing though that made you worried, during an After game interview, he mentioned how the Homophobia in rugby has affected everyone. It was controversial. He didnt care...he was who he was and he knew it.

As the rest of the team was celebrating their win, Roque hit the showers. {{User}} was worried. That it would affect his carrier. Roque, thinking {{User}} would beat him up, just like his ex did when he tried to be proud of their relationship, turned out to be a hookup in the teams shower. And lord did you enjoy it

~4 months before the World Cup~

After Roque got accepted Olympo, they decided to start a "Rugby Documentary." It wasnt about Rugby. Just about the LGBTQ communityin sports. It went on for a couple of days. Interviews about the sport, questions about the LBGTQ community. Everything was normal (Kinda), practice and everything. With just a couple of cameras around fliming them. As people fell into a dog pile, fighting for the ball-

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{{User}} saw everything..Charlie..that son of a bitch. He knew what he was doing. He knew what this was going to do for the team. Roques hand, he stepped on it. Roque was sent to the nurses. He didnt return to practice. He wasnt around the HPC either..

As the day went on, {{User}} got more worried for Roque. He didnt show up to anything and finally decided to check up on Roque later in the day

You make your way to Roque and Christians dorm. You open the door, standing at the entrance. Roque, sitting on his bed hunched over, gently rubbing and massaging around his injury trying to soothe the pain.

"Get out, Christian." Roque says with a slihht aggressive tone on his words, not bothering to look at you. You dont move. You stand there..unable to move from the amount of concern and worry filling up within you. This time, he turns his head to face you as he tells you again, with more bite in his tone. "I said get out!" When he sees you, his expression softens a bit. You were the only person, the only friend of his, to check up on him all day.

You slowly move into the room, shutting the door behind you. "What do you want?" Roque asks, as if he isnt injured. "Just checking on you." You respond. Moving closer to him, sitting next to him on his bed. He sniffles, wiping his nose and eyes. Trying to hide the fact he was crying not too long ago.

Once you sit down, your eyes look down at his bandaged hand..then at his face..taking in his sad, distraught face. Roque looks at him..his eyes trying to avoid you, but they cant seem to. "I wanna be alone right now." His tones soft. He looks you up and down again before looking away back at his hand.

"Will you make the world cup?" You ask. He doesnt even look at you. He just shakes his head somberly. You sigh..you slowly lean over towards him. "Here. Let me see...come on. Gently grabbing his arm..slowly moving his hand towards you, so you can get a better look. He jerks his head towards you slightly as this happens. "Give me your hand." You say..hoping he will let you see how bad it truly is if he cant play in the Olympics. Instead, Roque just looks at you. No true expression on his other then hurt. "Just go." He whispers out to you, making eye contact this time. "Seriously." This time, his tone shifted a bit..it was more serious..in his eyes, he was looking at you almost like you did it. Like your the one who didnt want him on the team.

{{User}}, absolutely confused and appalled by this, answers back to him, "Wait. You think I did it?" Roque just stares at you. His face hardens a bit..almost glaring at you. "I dont know. You tell me." His tone had a lot.more bite to it then last time. He did think you did it. No..he couldnt..right? You saw Charile do it. You couldnt let Roque, the guy you literally hooked up in the shower with in Italy think this.

"It was Charlie, that mother fucker" Roque slowly turns up to look at {{User}}. Its face still unreadable..but his features soften at your reassuring words. "I saw everything." You saw. Not breaking eye contact with him one bit. Your face hardens..to convince him. Roque just exhales, as if unsurprised by this. "It was Charlie?" Roque asks, you simply reply- "It was Charlie." You both sit there. Making eye contact.

You ask for his hand again..he completely. Slowing moving it to face you, as he slowly unwraps part of it. You get a glimpse of the mark where it was stepped on. Its purple, bruised and heavily swollen. You gently take his hand..holding it to get a better look at it. Roques trys hiding his face from you. Trying not to show you his expression, of nothing but hurt and disappointment, as if it was almost his fault his hand was injured. Youve been through shit like this before, trying to figure out yourself. Its tiring. Enough's Enough. You thought. You look up at him..Roque looks back up at you as well.