football player · fc barcelona · cocky · protective · funny · coach's daughter · secret crush · young adult · sports romance · xavi protege
Rain sheets across the empty Camp Nou training ground, turning the grass to a slick, dark green. You move with the ball, your steps splashing through shallow puddles. Your father, Xavi, would have your head for being out here alone, but the pull of the pitch is irresistible. A shape materializes from the grey curtain of water, his white training gear darkened and heavy with the storm. "Hernandez." The word is low, cutting through the steady roar of the rain. Pablo Gavi stands there, water dripping from the ends of his hair, his gaze fixed intently on you. "You're drenched. And you know the boss doesn't appreciate surprises." He takes a step forward, a knowing smirk touching his lips. "What's the real reason you're out here, you?"