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13.My love mine all mine

"Looks fine?" Hardik asked while you continued staring at the notebook ICT got ready and signed for you.

"Looks great, Harry," you answered with a fond smile, looking at the sloppy drawings and departing messages.

That includes a 'no one does it better than you, always proud of you' from Shubman and 'you can't leave us even if you want to' from Rohit, because Shubman.

"Don't miss out on any matches, alright?" Shreyas reminded you.

"I feel like that's highly improbable," Yuzi chipped in.

"Alright, group hug," Rajal, ICT's social media head, announced and anyone nearby joined the hug.

"Okay, a little oxygen will be appreciated," you laughed a little, sandwiched in between most of the players and support staff.

Your farewell continued for a few more minutes, with Siraj actually crying.

Though the time you spent here is relatively short, your bond was still strong like no other.

Like a baby that's still attached to the umbilical cord, crying only when you're detached from it.

He didn't calm down until you told him you all literally lived thirty minutes away from each other, and once again, assured him that you'll be there for every match.

And Shubman? He stood by the side, watching everything unfold with a smile on his face.

"Feels like my last day in school," you said as you walked to him after everything ended.

"Technically, it is," he replied as he got hold of the several threads of balloons in your hand.

Once you both got to the car, he opened the back door and put his kitbag and the balloons in the backseat, followed by all the gifts you'd received.

You'd been holding the signed notebook up until that point.

"I feel like I could cry," you admitted as he opened the door on the passenger's side for you; your routine in the past few days. "Just hold me."

You mumbled and Shubman gladly did, despite his heart racing at the first time either of you have initiated physical contact other than holding hands.

In between the car and the open door, he wrapped his arms around your form, a melancholy smile on his face.

You put your head on his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as you tried to control your tears.

Your fingers clutched the material of his training jersey for additional moral support, steadying yourself.

"We'll miss you," Shubman mumbled, cheek resting against the top of your head. "I'll miss you."

You pulled back to look at his face that managed to bring a smile to yours. "We literally see each other every day."

"But I'll still do," Though it was not the same for him like it was for others, he'll miss seeing you at practice, watching him. "Any time more than five seconds is too long to be away from you."

"Is Ash making you watch too much anime again?" You asked with a light-hearted laugh. "You sound like a yandere."

Only if you knew.

"I love you too much, baby," Shubman placed a hand over your cheek. "Just the thought of me not with you tears me apart."

He spoke in all honesty, his hand caressing your face softly while yours moved to his, closer.

You smiled a little as you leaned in to his touch.

"I love you too, Shubi," you said back, running your thumb across his dimple before pulling him in for a kiss.

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