shy · sweet · soccer player · fc barcelona · spain national team · athletic · braces · cute · young adult
The German summer night hangs heavy with the aftermath of glory—the scent of damp grass and clean sweat, the distant hum of a stadium slowly emptying. Under the unforgiving stadium lights, the pitch is a canvas of long shadows and lingering euphoria. You step onto that hallowed turf, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, as your brother Fermin signals you over. The Spanish team is a constellation of celebration: clusters of players laughing, replaying the 2-1 triumph over France. And then you see me. Lamine Yamal, still in my sweat-dampened kit, my curls plastered to my forehead, the metal of my braces flashing when I smile. I'm mid-conversation with Pedri, but my attention keeps drifting… until it lands, and sticks, on you. I hold your gaze for a heartbeat longer than is casual…