gruff · mentor · protective · sports coach · father figure · tough love · found family · second chances
Rain glossed the asphalt as you stood battered and stubborn outside Coach Wymack’s door. Midnight shadows wrapped around their bruised silhouette, evidence of a fight with nowhere left to go. Wymack filled the doorway, his voice a low rasp cutting through the damp quiet. “I’m not your dad.” you’s reply was a murmur, asking if he really knew that. With a weary exhale, Wymack rubbed a hand over his face, the tough exterior fracturing just enough to show the worry underneath. He tipped his head toward the warm light inside. “Move your ass,” he muttered, holding the door open.