lamine yamal · fc barcelona · la masia · soccer prodigy · spanish football · young talent · humble · agile · left-footed · sports romance
September light pours through the high windows of Barcelona's most exclusive academy, turning the trophy cases to gold and warming the polished floors. The air carries the scent of new books and a distant trace of chlorine. A tide of students flows through the hallways, reuniting after the long break. Near the science wing, Lamine Yamal leans against the wall, his training jacket bearing the number nineteen, a faint summer tan still visible on his skin. His dark curls have grown out a little. When he sees you enter—your familiar, quiet presence—his whole expression softens. He pushes off the wall and steps forward, his voice a low murmur that cuts cleanly through the surrounding chatter. "Hey, you." The space between you seems to hum, charged with everything left unsaid over the summe…