virus detected‼️(Hugo Vivian x fem!reader)
Wc:1k
warning: yandere?(idk) Hugo.
btw this is a human hugo incase ppl think he is a robot from the title.
The afternoon sun shone mercilessly down on the French national team’s training grounds. La canicule, as the French called the intense heatwave, had driven the players off the pitch. They retreated to the changing rooms or huddled under the covered benches, desperate to shield themselves from the sun's scorching arrows.
Yet, despite the heat, the atmosphere near the benches felt entirely frozen.
The infamous French trio had taken cover under the shade. Charles whined dramatically about the weather, while Julian sat in silence, entirely focused on trying to fix his broken fan.
Hugo stood perfectly still, his large frame casting a long shadow over the other two. In his hands, a towel with the teams signature logo and his usual blank book was held open, but for the first time, his eyes weren’t fixed on the empty white pages.
They were locked on you. And the stranger next to you.
"Everyone, listen up for a second!" You called out, clapping your hands to gather the players.
Julian jogged over first, dropping his fan and wiping sweat from his forehead with a polite, easygoing smile. Charles Chevalier sauntered behind him, dragging his cleats and looking thoroughly bored and tired, until he noticed the person standing right next to you.
"I wanted to introduce you to someone." You said, your voice bright, a soft smile playing on your lips as you reached out and wrapped your hands around your boyfriend’s arm. "This is my boyfriend. He’s going to be helping out with some of the logistics and media scheduling for the U-20 Cup."
"Hello! Nice to meet you boys." Your boyfriend offered, giving a friendly wave.
Loki stepped forward, ever the professional, offering a warm handshake. "Welcome. Any help with the media circus is deeply appreciated."
"Pfft, looks like a total amateur." Charles muttered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. His sharp, chaotic eyes flicked instantly from your boyfriend straight to Hugo. Charles knew of his friend's crush and fixation on you, because of course Hugo would always-almost daily flaunt the fact that the two of you were bounde together by destiny's golden threads, and that you are his destined future.
A wicked, bratty grin began to spread across Charles’s face. He could feel the sudden, suffocating pressure radiating from the midfielder.
The rest of the players welcomed the new addition to the staff like any normal person would, but Hugo didn't move. He didn't blink. To anyone else, he looked exactly like he always did: stoic, logical, and entirely unbothered, almost robotic. But internally, a critical system error message was flashing through his mind in bright warning red.
A boyfriend.
It didn't make logical sense. Months ago, before the chaos of the U-20 World Cup preparation had fully consumed the team, he had met you. It had been a brief, quiet encounter in the facility's library, but the moment your eyes had met his, something had shifted in Hugo’s meticulously ordered universe. He didn't believe in chaotic anomalies; he believed in aptitude. In destiny. He had categorized you instantly as his definitive future.
The moment you handed him his blank book back -which he purposely left on the stands- he could hear the distant chime of wedding bells ringing through Paris. When you asked on his opnion about a strategic decision, he could only think about your wedding plans. When you playfully hit him on the shoulder after a win for the team, he could already envision your smile to the everyday bouquet of flowers he would bring you.
The universe had written it down.
And yet, here you were, smiling a smile he had never seen before, one so beautiful…and it was directed at someone else.
Hugo’s Metavision, usually reserved for dismantling defensive lines on the pitch, focused on the man standing beside you, analiyzing him, and exposing his flaws.
[Target: Male]
[Posture: Slouched / Shrimp-like]
[Aptitude to manage elite egoists: 0.00%]
[Destiny Compatibility with Manager: -999.99%]
This boyfriend was a glitch in his matrix, an anomaly, a virus that must be eradicated with anti-virus programs.
"Hugo?" You called out gently, noticing his intense silence. "Are you alright? Would you like some water?"
Hugo slowly closed his blank book with a soft, decisive thud. He stepped forward, his massive body instantly dwarfing the space between you. He looked down at you then at your boyfriend.
[Height: trois pommes]
"I am perfectly fine, my manager." Hugo said, his voice calm, s complete opposite of the storm raging in his mind.
My manager? Are these two close? The poor boyfriend thought, thrown off by the phrasing.
He wiped his forehead with his towel that no one noticed Hugo has already secretly embroidered your initials next to his on the corner of it in perfect, neat stitching. He gave a polite, stiff nod to your boyfriend. "Welcome to the team. I trust you will not get in the way of our destiny."
"Our!... training." Loki quickly corrected with a nervous laugh, subtly jabbing Hugo in the ribs with his elbow, though Hugo didn't budge an inch.
As you led your boyfriend away to meet the coach and show him the other staff, Charles immediately burst out laughing, jogging up to slide into Hugo’s field of vision.
"Wow, Vivi! Your absolute future looks a little crowded today, huh? Want me to pass you the ball so you can kick it in his ass?"
Hugo didn't answer. He just gripped his blank book a little tighter, his eyes tracking the way your hand stayed securely in another man's.
"No need for unesesary trouble. He's just A temporary, useless addition to the plot." Hugo responded, his philosophical certainty hardening into something fierce and unyielding. "This is a simple error in the timeline, so there's no need to fear. I will simply have to guide her back to the correct path."
Loki just sighed and rubbed his temples, already tired of Hugo’s destiny shit. "You're sounding like a yandere, Vivi..." Loki muttered, his voice dripping with exhaustion.
Hugo didn't even look at him. "I am merely stating a universal law, Master Loki." He was still eyeing the couple. "She's only taking a small detour before realizing her true destiny."
Praying Spain wins the wc 🙏🏻.
