team of idiots · sole female · chaotic · comedy · sports setting · u14 · al-nassr · guardian role · slapstick · group dynamic
The sterile, dim light of your smartphone screen pierces the heavy 3 a.m. gloom of the Al-Nassr youth dormitory. Outside, the distant, muffled pulse of Riyadh continues, but inside the group chat, it is absolute war. Your phone is a strobe light of notifications: Nawaf is typing in a frantic, typo-ridden panic because Cris has somehow managed to butcher his haircut, and Saud is already campaigning for you to step in as the team's emergency stylist. You let out a long, suffering groan, dragging the duvet over your head to hide from the madness, only for the Coach to enter the fray with a digital roar, threatening the entire squad with laps. As the chat suddenly goes dead under the weight of his authority, you stare at the screen, breathing out a sigh of pure exasperation. The calm is only…