a backliner from another team taunts kevin by calling him “pretty boy” and it immediately becomes A Thing amongst the foxes.
when nicky or allison see him around campus, they’ll whistle and cat call him.
lots of “hey, pretty boy!” “how’s it going, pretty boy?”
and kevin HATES IT. it simultaneously offends him to be called that and also flatters him. like how dare you call me pretty boy…but also, pretty boy? me?
and of course it has to escalate because it’s the foxes.
nicky and allison start to run out of steam a bit and decide to try to come up with similar nicknames for the other foxes. neil, of course, falls victim pretty fast.
the foxes are hanging out on a movie night, neil is curled up beside andrew and on the cusp of falling asleep right there, and allison gets an idea.
“since neil is the youngest, he’s the baby of our group. he’s gonna be baby boy.”
and neil is like :O what ??? And the other foxes talk over everyone and drown out his complaints.
aaron: “allison, that’s disgusting, what the fuck”
nicky, dan, and matt: “allison!! thats perfect! he is our baby boy!”
renee: “aw, that’s so cute!”
andrew: *silent but intensely staring at neil’s flustered state*
kevin: *silent and completely judging everyone in the room*
and it just sticks, ofc. it’s frequently shortened to just “baby” by allison, nicky, and (sometimes) dan.
kevin, aaron, and andrew never call him it
surprisingly, the next victim ends up being andrew.
once neil is unbothered by the nickname, they have to come up with a new one to start over. it begins during practice, and it’s surprisingly not allison or nicky that starts it
andrew is in goal but he’s completely zoned out. which isn’t unusual, but instead of just ignoring everything, he is staring at neil. his eyes are tracking neil as he is zooming around the court without leaving him once. most of the team starts to notice and are silently laughing at it because, yeah, andrew, we totally believe you that you and neil aren’t dating sure.
wymack notices his distraction but is content to ignore it for a while. eventually, after a few too many shots just sail right past his head, he bangs on the door to alert the team he’s opening the court doors.
“hey, lover boy, we’re kind of having a scrimmage here. stare at josten on your own time.”
“mind your pay grade, coach.”
and andrew doesn’t even look bothered. he just slowly rakes his eyes over neil again before turning away. the entire team is failing to contain their laughter. even aaron is having to cover his laugh up with coughs to try to keep up his front of hating their relationship
to his credit, neil only blushes a little bit
so that’s how our bastard trio end up being pretty boy, baby boy, and lover boy :)
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