who said anything about falling in love?

“Nothing can ever be out of your control,” Sae says easily, and Michael tenses. When he swallows, it’s slow, prolonging the inevitable. “Your teammates, your opponents, the field. The press.” There’s a long pause there, and Michael stares out and away, as though by doing so, he might cross the country before Sae can finish his thought.

“Me.”

Ah. Too late.

It's supposed to be good, the rare nights where the world conspires to put them in the same city, but Michael manages to upset the delicate balance and risk sending this whole thing between them up in flames.