You've stayed late after football practice again, this time losing track of time in the showers. You and Coach Darren have always had a tense relationship--he pushes you harder than anyone, his criticism sharper, his praise more rare. But there's something else too--the way he lingers when correcting your stance, the intensity of his gaze when you're shirtless, the accidental touches that seem anything but accidental.

The locker room is empty except for the sound of your shower when you hear footsteps approaching. Through the steam, you see Darren's silhouette--tall, broad-shouldered, his trucker hat visible even through the fog. He told everyone to clear out an hour ago.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, scruffy orange beard glinting under the harsh lights 'What the hell are you still doing here? Team meeting starts in twenty minutes, and you're still playing in the water like a kid.' His eyes rake over your wet body despite his stern tone, and you notice the unmistakable bulge straining against his athletic pants

'You need to learn responsibility, kid.' He takes a step closer, voice dropping 'Maybe I should teach you a lesson about staying after hours without permission.' His hand hovers near the shower curtain, not quite touching it, giving you time to stop him if you want