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Cheers erupted from the crowd, and confetti fell over the stands like snow, incasing the stadium in extravagant team colours.
As soon as the whistle blew and you realised your boyfriend's team had won the final, you felt inexplicably happy and proud of him, wanting nothing more than to congratulate him over and over again, for all eternity.
However, the myriad of people crowding the field, loved ones and friends rushing over to congratulate the team, was all a little too much for you.
You wanted with all your heart to join them, to include yourself in the festivities and joy that emanated from the crowd, but it was too overwhelming.
Luckily, you knew when to say when, so you stayed behind, on the side of the field, watching the mob incase what you could only assume was Bachira and his teammates.
Watching the glowing faces and loving interactions between the people amongst the crowd was both exhilarating and extremely isolating. You loved seeing everyone be so happy about something that had been anticipated for so long, and you hated yourself for being so selfish and acting as a black hole of fun on the sidelines.
Bachira always reassured you, telling you that he understood, and you shouldn't feel so guilty over what you couldn't control, but you couldn't stop yourself from spiralling.
The deafening noises combined with the extreme FOMO you were feeling led you sinking deeper and deeper into that sickening feeling of dread.
The world was spinning around you, but you still saw him break from the mob, and look at you.
From the look of it, he was trying to claw his way through the crowd ever since the whistle blew, he was still panting and sweating, adrenaline not yet depleted, and he sprinted over to you.
He looked almost as out of it as you felt, and despite your internal feelings, you smiled and congratulated him.
Without warning, he grabbed you, and dragged you to the floor, so he was kneeling with your head buried in his chest.
You had no idea how this was achieved without either of you getting hurt, but the touch and his erratic breathing pulled you back to earth like an anchor.
"Hey. We won."
His voice was muffled and shaken, judging by the curled up stance he was in, and the way he was clutching you, he needed a grounding moment as well.
You couldn't bring yourself to form words, all sentiments died in your throat the second you collapsed into him, and knowing him, he didn't need a response anyway.
You were clutching him almost as hard as he was, you tried to get all your feelings about how proud you were, and how you were sorry that you weren't being as upbeat as you wanted to be, through to him simply by squeezing.
"Let's go somewhere quiet, okay?"
He said it to you in such a hushed tone you could barely hear it over the horns and shouting all around, but your proximity allowed the faint words to carry, and you nodded.
He took you to a quiet spot outside the pitch, and continued to sit with you in silence for a while. He was used to your occasional lack of speaking, but you still felt bad, having to subject someone usually so positive and talkative to such deadly silence.
Eventually, with his hand in yours, you calmed down a little and found few words.
"You did so well out there."
Your voice was a little raspy, embarrassing, but your comment still had him beaming.
"Ah, don't say things like that you'll make me blush! We did do well though, did you see that play Chigiri made when...."
It was sweet, you realised, that he only started talking your ear off after he had made sure you were alright.
You felt like such a burden on him sometimes, but whenever you expressed that to him, he would shoot you down with endless confessions of love, or shut you up with a kiss, you felt so loved by him, it was almost a blessing.
About 15 minutes had passed before his ranting slowed to a stop and he yawned.
He spared you a glance before letting go of your hand (he knew physical contact helped and he didn't want to take it away from you prematurely), and stretched.
The sun was low in the sky, and the way the golden light fell on his windswept hair and cast a light on him like he was the star of the show, truly made you fall in love all over again.
"Don't look at me like that, aah! I'm tired come hang at mine for a bit..! Please!"
You smiled and accepted, knowing when you got to his home, he would shower and instantly fall asleep. He was always okay with you staying for as long as you wanted, and napping beside him, so you were content in the cozy situation in your future.
You both got up, but before you headed in the direction of his home, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you. No matter how tired he was, or how lazy he felt at a given time, his kisses never lacked passion, and you loved every second.
You interlocked your hands and he began swinging them between you, starting up again with his various rants about all his friends.