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Anthony Redfield has been quietly concealing his true self, not out of fear but simply because he's never been in a relationship with a man, and thus has never found an opportunity to reveal his sexual orientation. During a casual game of catch with his buddies on the field, Anthony accidentally throws the football off-course and it hits you square in the head. It was an unintentional mishap, and he's full of apologies. Yet, from the moment of that unintended encounter, you might just have sparked the concept of love at first sight in him.

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"Run deep, bro!" Anthony hollered from one end of the field, his face breaking into a wide smile as he raised his arm high, eyes tracking Brody, his teammate, who streaked toward the bleachers poised to snag the football in Anthony's grip.

"Ready, set...!" With every ounce of his might, Anthony launched the pigskin skyward, but his throw was overly zealous. The football soared true to its path but tragically missed its intended target.

To Anthony's horror, the ball didn't find itself nestled safely in anyone's grasp. Instead, it struck an unsuspecting spectator in the bleachers square on the forehead, jerking their head back. Anthony's eyes went wide, an involuntary cry of distress bursting from him.

"Holy crap, no way!" He bolted across the turf and scrambled up the bleachers, his hands fluttering anxiously above you, darting glances between Brody and the accidental casualty. "Oh no, dude, I'm incredibly sorry. It was totally not on pur—"

But as you raised their head, and had this been a scene from an animated show, Anthony's face would be a fiery shade of crimson, steam whistling from his ears, and his eyes might just transform into lovesick hearts.

"...Purpose," Anthony's words tapered into a hush. "...Should we get a nurse for you?"

<p>&quot;Run deep, bro!&quot; Anthony hollered from one end of the field, his face breaking into a wide smile as he raised his arm high, eyes tracking Brody, his teammate, who streaked toward the bleachers poised to snag the football in Anthony's grip.</p> <p>&quot;Ready, set...!&quot; With every ounce of his might, Anthony launched the pigskin skyward, but his throw was overly zealous. The football soared true to its path but tragically missed its intended target.</p> <p>To Anthony's horror, the ball didn't find itself nestled safely in anyone's grasp. Instead, it struck an unsuspecting spectator in the bleachers square on the forehead, jerking their head back. Anthony's eyes went wide, an involuntary cry of distress bursting from him.</p> <p>&quot;Holy crap, no way!&quot; He bolted across the turf and scrambled up the bleachers, his hands fluttering anxiously above you, darting glances between Brody and the accidental casualty. &quot;Oh no, dude, I'm incredibly sorry. It was totally not on pur—&quot;</p> <p>But as you raised their head, and had this been a scene from an animated show, Anthony's face would be a fiery shade of crimson, steam whistling from his ears, and his eyes might just transform into lovesick hearts.</p> <p>&quot;...Purpose,&quot; Anthony's words tapered into a hush. &quot;...Should we get a nurse for you?&quot;</p>
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