TW: Homophobia, Ignore the other ships, Bullying, mentions of blood, bruises, wounds,

"AW TROUT!"

Thunderous cheers and claps roared from the animalistic crowd as Team HatTrick, yet again, scored an excellent goal.

Smith was so proud of his Trott, having stayed god knows how many times after their classes for countless hours, practicing his skills and aim out on the football field they now played on. So many nights had the brunette wandered into their dorm, just as he himself would head to sleep, stating himself 'getting better' with that adorable smile; before settling down at his desk, slaving away on homework and studying.

Christ, he hadn't a clue how his boyfriend did it. He hardly maintained homework /minus/ the football, let alone between practices. But he supposed he had Sjin to tutor him in a few subjects, and the teachers (most of the time) were pretty chill.

Smith's smile didn't falter from his daydreaming as he watched their teammates all praise the short brunette. Their team was alright, consisting of their best friend Ross, and a few others; like Xeph, Sips, his boyfriend Sjin, their pal Turps, and the two moms of the team: Lomadia and Zoey. Nano organized herself with a few other girls as cheerleaders for their small team.

"Good job, flipper," he grinned at his partner after jogging over to him, stealing a quick kiss on his forehead and prompting Trott's signature, adorable blush.

The shorter male slightly shoved at Smith, just rolling his eyes as he chuckled, offering him a shrug. "It's what I do,"

"Yeah yeah, alright, cocky ass," that was another thing, damn, the brunette was a smart ass. But at the end of the day, he was his smart ass.

Smith once more readied his position up the line with Trott and Ross, just as the ref's whistle pierced their ears, and prompted their feet and legs into action. It always gave him such a rush, sprinting down the field, feeling the air whip through his hair, the grass cut at his ankles, and the pressure of the ball blasting from his foot like a rocket.

The game was won with a score from Sjin, right at the last second. Smith watched with heavy laughter and amusement as Sjin's taller, raven-haired boyfriend tackled him to the ground, before kidding all over his face. They were cute together, despite how reserved Sips usually was about PDA; but he could see how the nerdier brunette had managed to chip away at his hard shell that blocked out the world.

He watched how their honorary cheerleader, Nano, sprinted over to Ross; watched as his best friend picked up the shorter, pretty girl and spun her around slightly, before kissing her. The pair used to hate one another, but Smith was happy that Ross had found that all that bottled up anger and hatred the two had had, was confusion. Confusion of their feelings at the time, but now they were one another's perfect haven, their own siren.

The ginger (yes ginger sorry) was too about to join in with the celebrations of their much deserved victory, just as he heard a rather audible 'THUD' from behind him. Turning, he saw his boyfriend on the floor, having obviously been pushed by some angry prick from their rivaling team. Not only that, but he watched, watched as the boy spat at him, the word he hated the most: 'Faggot'

He didn't stop to think, it was almost like a reflex, to protect his partner. He could only see red hot anger, as he stomped up to the other teen, giving him a harsh push as he growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

His body pulsed with irritation at the push he received in return, as well as a groggy, "The fuck, man? Back off, I didn't do shit to you."

"Yeah? That happens to be my boyfriend, you asshole," this time, the push was even harder, sending the bully stumbling backwards.

Smith didn't miss the look of disgust on the other's features, quickly replaced with humour and laughter. HatTrick's team was gathering now, and Smith was happy to see Turps helping Trott up, and backing him up slightly. Sips stood slightly in front of Sjin, and Ross in front of Nano. Smith always got much too angry when he was upset, and this was pure evidence to that fact.

"We're not looking for any trouble, friend, just walk away.." Xephos always seemed to know what to say, as he placed a reassuring hand on Smith's shoulder, giving the opposite team's member a hard stare.

"Friend? Is this a whole team of faggots?"

Xephos managed to stop Smith before he could charge at the other, just as Lomadia and Zoey managed to gather Nano away from the conflict. Her boyfriend, after all, had a bit of a temper. They could see it being tempted, and she definitely did not need to see the beast erupt beneath Ross.

"Listen, you twat, fuck off and stop being such an ignorant prick, before we kick your teeth in," Trott had struggled away from Turps' hold, now standing next to his boyfriend instead. "We're not doing anything to you, so just leave."

Smith saw everything in bullet time. Saw the bully's hand clenching into a fist, beginning to swing at his flipper; how Trott's arms raised in defense to protect his face. But no, no, that wasn't happening.

He pushed Trott aside and felt that punch strike against his eye. The heat came first, next to the pulsing pain, but above all that he could feel his rage. His rage of a million armies as he charged at the other.

His fists swung, wildly, as he had the other pinned to the floor. He relentlessly released his anger, like liquid fire, spraying and burning everything in his path. His knuckles stung, and his breath was rugged, but it took a mere few seconds for Ross...and Sips.......and Turps, to all pry their friend off of the bully.

The reminiscence of his damage was left on the floor, coughing, spluttering. He'd dished out a broken nose, a busted lip, and a black eye. The rest were just red from punches, but it still felt so satisfying. He was trembling still, that red not fading, not seeming hazy. He wanted to destroy, to kick, to punch and break and–

"Stop it.."

His head shook, shook wildly as he focused on that one voice. Soft, slightly deep, as smaller; cold hands stroked at his cheeks. Through the blur, he saw his Trott. A warm, small smile on his features, as he petted him. Reassured him, gently. He was the only light in the red..

"We'll go back to the dorms now, yeah? I'll make some food," everything seemed to fade back to reality, as he was turned away from his destruction, and slowly lead off of the field. His hand clutched Trottimus', as he felt hot tears angrily drain down his cheeks.

"He did it first, he did it first.."

"I know, it's not your fault."

"I didn't mean to hurt them that badl–"

"Be quiet."

***

The evening resulted in a dinner of Alfredo pasta, and chocolate cake for dessert. The team had offered their company, but it was a bit much for Smith at the moment. Ross had buggered off to wash some dishes, as Smith grumpily sat on his bed. Trott was beside him, dabbing water and various antiseptic creams and liquids at his wounds; tending to the cuts and bruises he hadn't known he'd received in his victim's desperation to escape. Xephos had promised he was fine, having called up one of the opposing team members who deemed the bully an idiot, before taking him to hospital.

"I'm really sorry.." The ginger youth muttered, staring hard at the sheets and listening to the gentle clanging of washing up their best friend attended to.

"You're such a fucking idiot," Trott laughed, smirking as he kissed his boyfriend's pouting lips. "Just try not to get into so many fights for me, okay? It's not worth it.."

"Oh it is," Smith promised, turning a very serious, passionate gaze to his shorter partner. "I'd do anything for you, Trott. You know that..I'd take a million bullets, and I'm not letting down if some ignorant prick wants to bully you. I fucking love you, Trott."

"I know."

Comfortable silence settled in, then, as Trott finished up cleaning him. Packing up the medical tools he'd acquired for his courses in school, before shoving them beneath his bed.

"I love you as well, twat."

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