I cheer and do competitive dance at my (big, southern) university. I’m about 5’3, blonde, blue eyes and 34C tits. (That part is relevant, just hang on.) I know a lot of people think cheerleaders are brainless semi-strippers, but that’s BS. We’re athletes as much as the basketball players are. But prettier and with more glitter!
So for the last 3 years, one of our teammates little brothers, Brandon, has sorta been a team “helper” – he gets water, towels, that sorta stuff. He’s quiet, super nerdy, totally harmless – big thick glasses, messy hair, awful acne, sorta overweight, constantly on his computer, really into dungeons and dragons card games stuff. Extremely sweet guy and we’re all protective of him. He started when he was still in high school and now he’s in community college nearby.
Last year, we’re all at this big competition (pre-COVID obviously). It’s a multi-day thing. Apparently there was some kind of comic-con happening in another part of the convention center, so Brandon came along to help the team but also go to the other thing. (They had Magic tournaments or something like that.)