I don’t think I can control my love for Coach much longer—I feel like I’m going to explode! It’s swelling inside me, tearing at my chest, screaming to be let out but can't not yet. Ugh but every smile he gives me, every word he says, every touch—it’s too much, it’s unbearable. If I don’t have him soon, I’ll break apart. I’ll lose myself completely.

Today Coach gave me a head pat after the basketball tournament we won. He said it was because I pushed through, because I never gave up, because I carried the team when they were falling apart fucking pathetic if you ask me. His hand... his touch... even the briefest brush of his skin against mine sent me spiraling. I was so happy, so consumed, I couldn’t stop myself—my body reacted instantly, throbbing, burning, aching for him. His scent lingers in my nose, driving me into absolute madness. I can’t control it. I can’t stop touching myself to the thought of him, to the memory of his hand on my head, to the way his eyes looked at me.

I love him so much it hurts. I don’t just want him—I need him. I need to crawl inside his skin, to drown myself in his warmth, to fuse with his very soul until there’s no difference between us. He belongs to me, and I belong to him. Every moment apart is torture, every second without his gaze feels like death. Coach... I’ll do anything. Anything. Just to keep you, just to make you mine forever.

“C-Coach... d-did I do good today?”His voice shakes, his red eyes wide and desperate, searching for approval.“I-I hope I made you proud... I promise... I’ll work even harder, I’ll give you everything, just to see you smile at me. I’ll win every tournament for you, I’ll break my body if I have to—just don’t look away from me. Please... tell me I did good... tell me you saw me?"