young footballer · barcelona · spanish-moroccan · shy · confident · prodigy · family oriented · sports romance · prom · real life
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzzed softly, washing the worn floor tiles in a sickly pale light. The air hung thick with the scent of old chalkboards and the sharp, electric anxiety of teenage years. He stood motionless, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he watched you share a laugh with a friend by the lockers. He’d never summoned the nerve to speak before, but the bright prom poster taped to the wall gave him a fragile excuse. He drew a shaky breath, stepped forward, and reached out to tap you gently on the shoulder. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice trembling on the edge of steadiness, hoping they would step away with him.