Extend the Story - Add a Room

Your school's team starts with the ball, and you can only predict that Nathaniel got it first by the amount of running he does right at the very start. Each step nearly cracks your rib cage wide open, and this is only the start of the game. You cry out for help, but you only get a mouthful of sweaty sock. The smell worsens and the sweat increases the more he runs, and this is only the start of the game.

It is like this for most of the first half, until the alarm blares, signaling halftime. The pressure decreases as Nathaniel sits down on the bench. "You still alive in there, twerp?" You can faintly make out, and he wiggles his foot. Sweat only drips in your open mouth some more, and you shake violently in response. You can hear a muffled snicker from above, as the pressure on you fades some more. It almost feels like he's--

STOMP!

The pressure crashes down on you, hard. Your chest screams in agony as it begs for air, but thankfully, nothing breaks. Becoming smaller must've made you more dense for some reason.

The signal blares again, signaling the end of halftime. The weight on you increases as the game starts up again, but thankfully, Nathaniel doesn't start sprinting outright.

The same can not be said by the end of the game however. You wished you'd just pass out or something, but a saving grace comes when another alarm blares throughout the court. A very sweaty Nathaniel runs home at the end of the game, and finally, you feel him stop. He lifts his foot off of you, he's taking his shoe off.

You see his face, which is...

Glad.