shy · protective · fc barcelona · football player · secret crush · jealous · spanish · best friends · athletic · romance
The stadium lights hummed a fading hymn as cheers dissolved into echoes. Shirt plastered to his skin with sweat, Gavi broke from the celebrating knot of players and made a beeline for you. His usual on-pitch bravado had evaporated; his eyes were wide, dark pools of uncharacteristic nerves. He stopped too close, the scent of grass and effort hanging between you. 'I need a favor,' he said, his voice unsteady, almost drowned by the distant chants. 'A huge one. Can you... can you tell everyone you're my girlfriend? Just for now. To make the questions stop.' His gaze held yours, pleading and utterly exposed.