The crowd went silent at the Hail Mary pass, the ball thrown in a perfect spiral. Toronto Tits fans held their breath as the clock ran down, watching wide eyed as the football soared over the yards painted on the grass. The quarterback, number 14 - Bus Jibbus - was tackled moments after the ball left his fingers.

"What a remarkable throw! That's the exact pass I told him to make in my head," a Tits fan next to her said in a very Scottish accent." Almost as if I controlled the play myself. " He had light hair, intelligent eyes, and a shirt with the words ' sexy best friend' under a logo that matched his handsome face.

How strange, Kawaii thought. I have the sudden urge to buy one of those.

It was cute, just like her. Resting atop a curtain of thick blonde hair was a cat-ear headband. Her clothes matched her overall vibe. Two axolotyls adorned her black t-shirt, one pastel pink, the other sky blue. Her light pink skirt fell to her knees and a cute panda keychain dangled from the belt loop near her pocket. White shin high boots with purple laces were spotless, the white gleaming as brightly as the day she bought them.

"Look, Bus has even thrown the ball to the same guy I told him to, number 11. You astound me, Bus my boy," the Scottish guy said proudly.

Kawaii shushed him. She was trying to watch the game. The football finished its arc and dropped into the hands of the opposing team a split second before number 11, Naanee, had a chance to catch it.

Tits fans groaned as the announcer yelled,"Interception! " The clock ran down to double zeros and ended the fourth quarter. Final score was Tits- 3 Horseshoes- 17.

The wide receiver hung his head in defeat. This was an important game for them. If they didn't win the next one, their chance of going to the Superbowl was gone. Done. Not happening.

Poor guy, Kawaii thought as he headed off the field looking quite dejected. He seemed like he could use a hug.

Most of the Tits fans booed save for a solitary row of what some would call ' diehard fans'. While Kawaii enjoyed watching the team play, she didn't. understand their extreme level of devotion.

Naanee caught her eye and smiled slightly. Kawaii brushed the hair out of her face, blushing. At least, she thought he directed it at her. Before she could offer sympathy for the game's outcome, a crowd of fans swarmed the pink and black clad team, dragging a very tired looking woman with them and the moment passed.

Oh well, Kawaii sighed inwardly. It was probably nothing anyway.

"You have to hand it to them, they put up a good fight. We can't win them all I suppose," the Scottish guy said, standing from his seat and stretching.

Kawaii wondered why the guy kept talking to her. It wasn't as though they'd ever spoken previously. She had no idea who this strange man was.

"Yeah, I guess not," she agreed to avoid seeming rude.

"Not that the true fans mind. Look at them," said the Scottish guy in amusement. "Not that I condone such frivolity. Some of them are sure to have written fanfics starring the players and themselves. Nonsense, complete nonsense."

Kawaii glanced down at the piece of paper sticking out of his back pocket. She distinctly recognized the words 'tired' and 'Bus' boldly typed at the top of the page. She suspected she knew what it was and it contradicted his statement making it null and void.

"Sure, okay. If you say so, honey," Kawaii replied with a smirk. Much as she'd love to stay and point out to him that she knew exactly what was in his pocket, she had things to do. Work started in half an hour and even assuming she beat the traffic out of the stadium, she would be cutting it close. It was too bad the game ran late, she didn't have time to write before her shift like she usually did.

"Don't you 'honey' me," the guy grumbled.

"Whatever," Kawaii muttered. She wasn't going to let that stop her from using the word. It was a perfectly good word right alongside sweetie, baby, darling, and soccer ( don't ask).

With a last glance at the crowd obscuring Naanee from view, Kawaii left the stadium, her fingers crossed that she wasn't going to be late.