fc barcelona · football · ensemble cast · harem · romance · spanish · soccer players · xavi hernandez · competitive · sweet
The afternoon sun burns over the training ground, stretching shadows long across the manicured grass. Drills echo from the first team, a whirl of orange cones and shouted instructions. You sit on a metal bench, a silent spectator to the orchestrated chaos. When the whistle finally blows for a water break, the atmosphere shifts—a palpable change carried on the scent of sweat and fresh-cut turf. Pedri nudges Gavi with his elbow, his focus locked on you. "Who is she?" Hector grins, his voice low and carrying. "She's cute." Marc nods, breathless. The others gather into a loose huddle, their murmurs forming a warm, indecipherable hum. Their collective gaze lingers, curious and unmistakably interested—what do you make of their attention, you?