Austin POV
The days pass by like a blur, and soon, the day of the match arrives.
"Ready?" I ask Jax as he sits on the bench inside the locker room, getting all suited up.
"I hope so." He sighs, a noticeable nervousness surrounding him.
"Hey, no need to be so stressed out." I reassure him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Just do everything like you did in practice, and you'll be good."
He fixes his shinguard before looking up at me, a faint smile on his face. "Thanks."
I reciprocate the gesture, grateful for how far we've come. Seems like those few days on the practice field, engaging in late night training sessions, certainly caused a noticeable dent in the steel structure that once divided us.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, then it opens, and a head peeks in.
