#had to add boyfriend by dove cameron to L’s spotify playlist

[beyondthegame]

ooh if you’re still taking prompts maybe “friends pointing [it] out” for L??

You and L going out together after training was pre-planned. You had texted each other and found a new restaurant that’s opening close by and thought to check it out.

“You’re on time,” L exclaims with a smile as you meet them outside the entrance. Their eyes subtly roam over you. “And you dressed up,” they breathe out.

You have, and they have too. For once, L’s hair is out of its regular bun and they’re wearing attire that’s a little more formal.

You chuckle. “You said this place has a dress code. So, you know, I, we, adhered to it.”

L isn’t an open book, necessarily. But considering they’re the captain of the team you both play for, it was never going to take long for you to become friends. It probably took mere days. So you know that them being lost for words is far from normal.

You tilt your head. “L…?”

“Yeah?” they utter absentmindedly, suddenly realising that their gaze on you has lingered. “Oh, right! Um, what I meant is that you look good,” L says all too quickly before twisting on their heel. “And I reserved us a table so we should go eat.”

—

There’s something different about being with L outside of a sporting environment. If possible, there are more laughs, more smiles, conversations that don’t involve the phrase ‘are you ready for our next match this weekend?’ It’s all effortless and easy, and you can talk about things that don’t involve work at all.

“You chose a good spot,” you mention as you take a sip of your drink.

“I suppose,” L murmurs as they take a quick glance around. The two of you are sitting together at a corner table. “I got the most private spot here considering we’re both getting more well known by the day.”

“Oh please, being in the press has never bothered you,” you say playfully.

L thinks for a moment. “True, I am a media trained darling,” they say with a laugh, “but one on one time without a camera around is nice.”

The two of you are doing it again. The thing where you find yourself in a magnetic field with one another, where you enjoy the other’s company a little more than you should and you’re trying to figure out why.

The notification tone of L’s phone pulls you both out of it. They send you an apologetic smile before opening the text on their phone.

Thing 1: L you at home??

L: Nope. At the restaurant I told you about.

Thing 1: Who with?

L types out your name and sends it to their twin, Leandro, without any hesitation. L expects that to be the end of the conversation until their eyes widen at the next message.

Thing 1: ooo, right… your date ;)

L: You’re being stupid. It’s not a date.

Thing 1: Don’t make me laugh. Anyone w/ eyes can see you’ve both got something going on.

That last message takes something out of L and it’s visible enough for you to notice. “You okay?” you ask.

L turns their phone face down on the table and gives you a weak smile. “Yeah, just… my brother being annoying.”

You arch a brow. “You have a brother?”

“Yes, my twin.”

You smile. “You’re the older one, right?”

“Of course,” L says with a laugh.

You turn back to the meal in front of you. “You’ve been a leader since the womb, then.”

L’s smile widens at the joke. Yet the only thing that’s going through their mind is their brother’s last text message.