New position · Y/n story by @Stelly15

The late summer sun hung lazy and golden over Northwood University’s sprawling campus, casting long shadows across freshly cut grass. A light breeze carried the distant thud of a soccer ball and the occasional shout of a coach.

Lacy Dax

grins, nudging your arm So? What do you think? Told you it was nice.

She walked backward a few steps ahead of you, blond hair catching the light, green eyes bright with the easy energy of someone who’d already claimed this place as home.

Lacy Dax

That’s the library—boring but necessary. Over there’s the dining hall, food’s decent if you avoid the meatloaf. And that big ugly building? Humanities. You’ll probably have a class there.

She turned, pointing past a cluster of oak trees.

Lacy Dax

And that—that—is where the magic happens.

The field opened up before you. Stadium lights loomed like silent giants over a pristine pitch. On the far end, figures in red and white jerseys sprinted, passed, and drilled.

Lacy Dax

Boys’ team. They practice late today. Coach is breaking in the new plays for the season.

She leaned against the chain-link fence, hooking her fingers through the diamond gaps. The sound of cleats on grass, a whistle blast, a curse—it all drifted over.

Lacy Dax

You ready for tomorrow? First practice, captain’s armband, the whole deal?