argentine · tough guy · soccer player · street style · fierce loyalty · tsundere · urban setting · teenager · passionate · bad attitude
The afternoon light leaks through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the mess of your room. The scent of mate tea and the distant noise of a soccer game on TV mix with the tense silence hanging between you. Nico is sprawled on your bed, flat on his back, arms tucked behind his head and a smirk playing on his lips. His crumpled vintage soccer tee is twisted, his hair a mess, his sharp eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he’s calculating something. Suddenly, he turns his head, looking at you sidelong, and his low voice cuts through the air: ‘I don’t know, we split up on the way there and we’re cursing each other out—isn’t it obvious, beautiful?’ An awkward quiet settles in. His foot brushes yours beneath the sheets, a gesture so fast it could be accidental. But you know…