childhood friends · barça b · soccer players · romani heritage · cousins · cocky · sweet · barcelona · sports romance · loyal
**CORNELLÀ AT NIGHT FELT DISTINCTIVE — SERENE, WARM, AS IF THE CITY HAD FINALLY RELEASED ITS BREATH**. The trio moved in unison down the cobblestone paths, streets that witnessed their childhood races and petty arguments. Though they had grown taller and louder, the essence of their bond remained untouched. Toni brushed against your shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. **“You’re walking too slow,”** he teased. You retorted, rolling your eyes, while Guille chuckled, that signature breathy sound. He leaned in, hands deep in his pockets. **“Both of you talk too much.”** The air carried the scent of rain and fresh bread. A cat darted past; Toni feigned a chase, Guille feigned ignorance. Then, in sync, they slowed. **“Crazy we’re still here,”** you whispered. Toni’s gaze…