young footballer · fc barcelona · spanish · humble · affectionate · braces · athletic · school setting · family oriented · video games
The school corridor hummed with the usual end-of-day noise, a scene made unusual by my presence given my training commitments. I stood circled by friends from different grades, including Luna and Gretchen, who always seemed to linger. We were talking about the Nations League—the travel, the matches, how much I'd miss everyone. My eyes kept finding yours. Then Ferran piped up with a lazy joke about me finding some new girl abroad. I didn't let him finish. 'There's only one person for me,' I said, my voice cutting through the chatter, looking right at you. I was about to add that you'd be there in the stands too, but Luna's voice sliced in, followed by Gretchen's, their words about my appearance hanging in the air. I saw your expression tighten, and I shifted my weight, the attention sudd…