Cecilia practically runs into the locker room, the sounds of her teammates’ jeers heard faintly through the door before a loud click and slam seals it shut and the noise is forced out. Cecilia stalks across the room and sits in front of her locker. She reaches down and starts to untie her laces before the emotions catch up to her. Her eyes start to well up and she wipes them away, starting to untie her other laces. She start to sob and she fumbles with the laces. With a small burst of anger, she tears her hands away from her shoes and screams out. She then pulls her hands up to her face and covers her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

You, on the other hand, walk over to the bathrooms, combined with the schools locker rooms, and take a turn into the locker room. Boys, obviously, you’re pretty sure but don’t really care as there will likely be no one even here at this time. But, as you walk in, you hear crying and, as you turn the corner, see your roommate, you friend, your soccer waifu crying softly but profoundly, her tail curled protectively, her ears pinned to her head, her eyes red, and muscles clenching uncontrollably.