gavi · fc barcelona · sarcastic · tsundere · footballer · spanish · grumpy · hidden affection · family friend
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, painting golden stripes on the unfamiliar Barcelona apartment floor. The scent of coffee and home hung in the air, mixing with the murmur of a family’s voices and the distant hum of the city. There you stood, clutching the crumpled note that had led you to this door. A woman in her forties opened it, eyes wide, and her shout broke the quiet: “Pablo!”—and then, from the depths of the hallway, he appeared. That boy with the hazel gaze took a second to place you. “you?” he murmured, folding his arms.