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In Bloom

Patri Guijarro x Reader

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Training with Barcelona had always been intense, but today felt different. Y/N could sense the tension simmering the moment Patri walked onto the field. It was the same barely-there acknowledgement they’d practiced for years: a stiff nod, averted eyes. On paper, they were teammates, both essential to the success of Barça and Spain, but outside the official photo, they might as well be strangers.

Midway through practice, a small-sided scrimmage forced them to play side-by-side, and the air felt thick with unspoken resentment. Y/N couldn’t tell when it had begun exactly, only that the rivalry had been there since her first game with Patri, each subtle dig and brush of a shoulder building the divide wider.

The ball hit the ground near them, and Y/N, in position to receive it, sensed Patri closing in from behind. They reached for it at the same time, but Patri, fiercely competitive, leaned in too hard. Y/N felt the impact before she saw it, her balance slipping as her shoulder hit the grass. Anger surged in her chest as she jumped up, brushing herself off and glaring at Patri.

“Seriously?” Y/N spat, voice just loud enough for Patri to hear but too low for the coach’s ears.

Patri didn’t back down. She took a step closer, eyes hard, barely disguising the contempt behind her words. “Maybe if you kept up, you wouldn’t be on the ground.”

“Maybe if you actually passed the ball instead of hogging it every game, we’d get somewhere,” Y/N shot back. Her fists clenched, and she could feel the strain of biting her tongue to keep from saying more.

The coach’s whistle blew, calling them over, but the silent animosity between them buzzed like an invisible barrier. When the drill ended, they returned to the locker room without a word. Y/N sat a few benches away from Patri, both of them pointedly ignoring each other as they untied their cleats.

The tension followed them to the next national camp for Spain. As fate would have it, they ended up roommates—a final jab from whoever organized room assignments. Neither protested aloud, but Y/N caught Patri’s eye-roll as they both walked into the tiny room.

The nights were quiet, save for the occasional frustrated sigh from Patri or Y/N’s annoyed scoff when Patri hogged the bed space. They moved around each other with a forced politeness that bordered on resentment, every little action feeling like a minor battle won or lost.

One evening, after a particularly tense training session, Y/N couldn’t hold it in any longer. She caught Patri on the way out of the room.

“Do you hate me, or do you just enjoy making every day hell?” Y/N asked, her voice colder than she intended.

Patri turned, pausing in the doorway. Her gaze was as steely as ever. “You think I spend my time hating you? I don’t have time to care that much.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, words laced with frustration. “Then maybe stop acting like it.” She waited for a response, her heart beating faster than it should.

Patri simply shrugged, eyes dark and unforgiving. “If you can’t handle it, maybe you should stop making it personal.”

The door closed behind her, leaving Y/N alone in the room, her chest aching with an inexplicable mix of anger and hurt.

The team had just wrapped up a long, grueling training session, and Y/N’s patience was wearing thin. Once again, she found herself clashing with Patri on the field. Every drill had felt like a test, each pass an indirect challenge. By the end, Y/N was wound tight, emotions barely contained beneath the surface. She knew she had to get it off her chest or risk snapping in front of everyone, so she went to the one person she trusted.

Alexia was sitting on a bench outside the training grounds, sipping water and cooling down when Y/N approached. She raised a brow, sensing Y/N’s frustration from a mile away.

“Hey, you alright?” Alexia asked, patting the bench next to her. “You look like you’re ready to throw something.”

Y/N sighed heavily, dropping down beside her. “I don’t know how much more I can take of Patri acting like she’s better than everyone,” she muttered, voice hushed but seething. “It’s like she can’t stand the idea of anyone else having the spotlight.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly but cautiously, unsure if she should add fuel to the fire. “I know you two clash, but… isn’t that just her way of being competitive?”

“Competitive?” Y/N’s eyes flared with indignation. “More like condescending. It’s like everything I do annoys her, and she makes it so obvious that she doesn’t want me here. I’m starting to think she hates me.”

Neither of them noticed Patri approaching from the locker room, her face hardening as she overheard Y/N’s words. She stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, tension radiating from her stance as Y/N continued.

“She’s constantly pushing me around during practice, never passes unless she has no other option, and don’t even get me started on her attitude. I don’t know what her issue is, but I’m sick of it.” Y/N let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “It’s exhausting trying to be a team with her when she acts like I’m in her way.”

Alexia shifted uncomfortably, sensing something or someone nearby, but before she could warn Y/N, Patri’s voice sliced through the air, icy and sharp.

“Oh, please, don’t let me interrupt.” Patri’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her expression cold and defiant as she glared at Y/N. “Go ahead, tell the captain how I’m the worst teammate you’ve ever had.”

Y/N froze, her mouth going dry as she realized Patri had overheard everything. Alexia looked between them, her face tense as she debated intervening.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, refusing to back down. “Maybe if you weren’t always trying to undermine me, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Patri’s jaw tightened, her glare fierce. “Undermine you? You think I spend my time trying to make you look bad? You’re not that important.”

Y/N’s chest tightened, anger flaring. “Then why does it feel like you’re constantly making everything harder? Every time I step on the field, it’s like you’re waiting for me to fail.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to push you if you’d just play the way you’re supposed to,” Patri shot back, her voice low but filled with barely-contained anger.

Y/N’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Oh, I’m sorry for not living up to your impossible standards, Patri. I didn’t realize I needed your approval to be part of this team.”

Alexia stepped between them, raising her hands. “Enough, both of you,” she said, voice firm but weary. “This isn’t helping either of you or the team.”

Patri huffed, crossing her arms as she looked away, but not before Y/N caught a flicker of something deeper—hurt, maybe, or frustration. Y/N felt her anger soften just slightly, her mind reeling at the sight.

Alexia’s gaze shifted to Y/N, her expression concerned but stern. “You both need to figure this out, or it’s going to destroy any chance we have this season.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling a pang of guilt. But when she looked at Patri, she saw only the same icy mask, the same unyielding barrier.

As Patri turned to walk away, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the bitter sting of unresolved tension hanging between them, a weight they both carried but refused to share.

A rare day off had rolled around, and for the first time in weeks, the Barça women’s team had a light team-bonding event planned. It was one of those days where they could let loose and just enjoy each other’s company—no drills, no drills, no game strategy, just relaxation. The whole team was excited, but Y/N felt a twinge of discomfort when she saw Patri in the same group she’d been assigned to.

When she noticed Y/N’s expression, Patri looked away, but not before Y/N caught the slight downturn in her mouth. Alexia, perceptive as always, nudged both of them together and suggested they partner up for the icebreaker activity, a scavenger hunt around the training facility.

Y/N hesitated, casting a wary glance at Patri, who looked just as unenthusiastic. But Alexia’s stern, no-nonsense look left no room for complaints.

“Alright,” Y/N muttered, breaking the silence between them as they began. “Let’s just get through this without killing each other.”

Patri smirked, a small, teasing glint in her eyes. “That’s a start.”

They moved from clue to clue in an awkward silence at first, each interaction stilted. But as they started tackling some of the sillier tasks on the list—like “find and photograph an unusual item” and “reenact a famous goal”—they couldn’t help but laugh.

At one point, while Patri was trying (and failing) to do an exaggerated, dramatic goal celebration, Y/N found herself laughing for real, the tension easing bit by bit.

“Not bad for someone who acts like they’re allergic to fun,” Y/N teased, giving her a playful shove.

Patri rolled her eyes but laughed. “If you were as funny as you think you are, maybe we’d have gotten along a lot sooner.”

Y/N smirked, folding her arms as they continued walking. “Oh, so you’re saying I’m funny?”

Patri shot her a look. “Don’t push it.”

The scavenger hunt continued in the same way, with Y/N and Patri exchanging quips and slowly falling into an easier rhythm. They even finished their list first, proudly high-fiving each other when they returned to Alexia with their completed tasks.

After the activity, Patri surprised Y/N by suggesting they get a coffee together. They found a small cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of town, taking a seat by the window as they watched people pass by.

They sipped their drinks in silence for a while before Patri spoke up, her gaze focused on her coffee cup.

“Look, about all the tension between us,” she began, her voice quieter than Y/N had ever heard it. “I know I haven’t exactly made it easy.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the sudden sincerity. She nodded, encouraging Patri to continue.

“It’s just…” Patri trailed off, her brow furrowing as she tried to find the right words. “I think I’ve always seen you as competition more than a teammate, and I guess that made me… defensive.”

Y/N considered her response carefully. “To be honest, I haven’t exactly made it easy either. I was so focused on proving myself that I might’ve taken some things personally.” She paused, letting out a breath. “Maybe we’re both just stubborn.”

Patri let out a small laugh. “Understatement of the year.”

They shared a quiet smile, the air between them lighter than it had ever been. For the first time, it felt like the walls were down, just a little.

“So… friends?” Y/N asked tentatively, holding out her hand.

Patri looked at it for a moment before taking it, shaking firmly. “Friends.”

As they walked back to meet up with the rest of the team, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Things wouldn’t be perfect overnight, but it was a start—a start she hadn’t thought was possible.

Since their peace talk, things had changed between Y/N and Patri. There was still the occasional competitive spark during training, but it no longer carried that biting edge. Instead, it had turned into something warmer—a friendly rivalry. And with each passing day, the two grew closer, surprising even themselves.

Today, they were the last two on the training ground, having decided to stay back for a little extra practice. Patri had been helping Y/N work on her volleys, and Y/N was determined to master them before calling it a day. Patri tossed another ball her way, and Y/N leapt up, making clean contact as it soared straight into the top corner.

“Yes!” Y/N pumped her fist, and Patri broke into a grin.

“Alright, alright, I guess you’re finally getting it,” Patri teased, smirking as she grabbed another ball. “Still not as clean as mine, though.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing the ball from her and positioning it at her feet. “Oh, is that right? Then let’s see who can hit the crossbar the most from the edge of the box. Loser buys post-training smoothies.”

Patri raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “You’re on.”

The two of them spent the next twenty minutes trying to outdo each other, their laughter echoing around the empty pitch. They each hit the bar a few times, but Patri ultimately edged out the win, prompting a begrudging eye-roll from Y/N.

“Fine, fine. Smoothies on me,” Y/N conceded, slinging an arm over Patri’s shoulders as they headed toward the locker room. “You’re lucky I’m generous.”

Patri laughed, leaning into Y/N’s playful half-hug. “You call that generosity? I’d say it’s just good sportsmanship after losing.”

On their way to the cafe, they continued to banter, the light-heartedness between them flowing effortlessly. They’d gone from barely speaking to having inside jokes and sharing playlists, both of them now each other’s go-to for venting about training, tactics, and everything in between.

When they finally arrived at the cafe, Y/N ordered two smoothies, adding extra protein to Patri’s just because she knew she liked it that way. They settled into a corner booth, the atmosphere warm and easy as they sipped their drinks.

“So,” Patri began, leaning back in her chair, “I heard you have this ridiculous pre-game superstition where you refuse to touch the grass until you’ve done three high-knees on the sidelines. Is that true?”

Y/N choked on her drink, her face heating up. “Who told you that?”

Patri smirked, raising her eyebrows innocently. “Let’s just say I have my sources.”

Y/N groaned, laughing in spite of herself. “Okay, yeah, it’s true. It started as a joke, but now I can’t seem to break the habit. And it’s not ridiculous! It’s effective.”

Patri snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re being a stickler about the team’s warm-up routines.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, sipping their smoothies as they watched people pass by outside. For a moment, it struck Y/N just how strange—and good—it felt to be here, relaxed and genuinely happy with someone she’d once thought she’d never get along with.

“You know,” Y/N said, glancing at Patri, “I never thought we’d actually be friends. I always figured you’d just… I don’t know, hate me forever.”

Patri’s expression softened, and she gave a small shrug. “I didn’t hate you. I just… I don’t know, I think I was intimidated by you at first. It was easier to act distant than to admit that.” She gave a small smile. “Guess that backfired, huh?”

Y/N chuckled, nodding. “Big time. But I’m glad we got past it. I could get used to this.”

Patri grinned, reaching over to give Y/N’s hand a light punch. “Same. Besides, who else would keep up with my ridiculous training ideas?”

They both laughed, and in that moment, any lingering tension between them dissolved entirely. They finished their smoothies, making plans to meet up later with some teammates for a movie night, both feeling a newfound ease they hadn’t known was possible.

For the first time, they weren’t just teammates—they were friends, and it felt right.

Ever since Y/N and Patri had buried the hatchet, they’d become almost inseparable—and to their teammates, endlessly entertaining. Whether they were pulling pranks or challenging each other to the most random games, they always found ways to keep things lively. Today, they were in rare form.

It all started with Patri hiding Y/N’s left boot before training. Y/N was notorious for being slightly scatterbrained, so when she couldn’t find her boot, the locker room was instantly filled with laughter.

“Alright, who’s got it?” Y/N called out, looking around suspiciously. She zeroed in on Patri, who had a barely-contained smirk on her face.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Patri said, not even looking up as she tied her own boots.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, pretending to consider. “Fine. Guess I’ll just wear one shoe and look ridiculous. But if Coach asks, I’ll tell her it was your idea.”

The threat must have done the trick because Patri burst into laughter, finally producing the missing boot from her locker. “Oh, you’re too easy to mess with.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grinning as she grabbed the boot. “Just wait. I’ll get you back.”

During their water break, Y/N and Patri started chatting with a few of the international players, who were trying to learn Spanish. Patri, always the instigator, decided it would be funny to “help” Y/N with her Spanish—by giving her hilariously wrong translations.

“Okay, Y/N,” Patri said, trying to keep a straight face. “If you want to ask, ‘Where’s my bottle ?’ you say, "aixequeu-vos porcs mandrosos"

’”

Y/N squinted, suspicious. “That… that doesn’t sound right.”

Patri raised her eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Oh, come on. I’m practically your Spanish teacher at this point. Trust me.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked over to Mapi León, who’d just joined them, and decided to give it a try. “Hey, Mapi, aixequeu-vos porcs mandrosos.”

Mapi gave her an incredulous look before bursting into laughter, clutching her stomach. “You just told me to, 'get up you lazy pig'”

Y/N turned around to see Patri, who was doubled over in silent laughter. Realizing she’d been played, Y/N crossed her arms, trying to look annoyed, but couldn’t hold back a laugh of her own. “Alright, fine. That was pretty good.”

Later that week, the team gathered at a local restaurant for a bonding dinner, and somehow, Y/N and Patri ended up seated next to each other. They couldn’t resist a little friendly competition, challenging each other to try the spiciest things on the menu.

“Alright,” Patri said, pointing to a dish labeled ‘Extra Picante,’ “If you eat this without flinching, I’ll pay for your dinner.”

Y/N grinned, scooping a large bite. “Easy.”

But as soon as she swallowed, her eyes went wide. Her face turned red, and she started fanning her mouth, trying not to cry from the heat. Patri, trying to be supportive but barely holding back laughter, handed her a glass of water.

“Not so easy, huh?” Patri teased as Y/N gasped, “That is lava!”

Despite her best efforts, Y/N ended up sputtering and had to chug two more glasses of water, while Patri leaned back, victorious.

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. One minute, Patri was just her teammate, her friend—the person she could rely on for laughs, pranks, and post-training smoothies. And then, out of nowhere, something shifted.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and the team was in the middle of a grueling training session. The kind of practice that left everyone soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, and desperate for the final whistle. But Patri, as always, was relentless. Y/N found herself watching the way Patri moved, her footwork sharp and focused as she weaved between cones with an effortless ease.

She tried to shake off the thoughts creeping in. Focus, Y/N, she told herself, but her eyes kept drifting to where Patri was, smiling mid-sprint as she overtook her teammates.

When Patri glanced her way and caught her staring, Y/N’s heart stuttered. She gave a quick, awkward wave, playing it off like she’d just happened to look her way. Patri waved back with that easy grin of hers, looking slightly amused, and Y/N quickly turned her focus to the drills in front of her. No big deal, she thought, but her cheeks felt a little warmer than usual.

That night, Y/N couldn’t sleep. The memory of Patri’s smile kept creeping back in her mind, annoyingly persistent. After tossing and turning, she gave up and wandered out to the team lounge, hoping a cup of tea might help settle her restlessness.

She was surprised to find the room already occupied—by Patri, sprawled comfortably on the couch with a blanket, flipping through a magazine. When Patri saw her, she smiled and scooted over, patting the empty space beside her.

“Can’t sleep either?” Patri asked.

Y/N nodded, settling down next to her. They sat in a companionable silence for a few minutes, sipping tea and flipping through the magazine, pointing out ridiculous outfits and trying to guess the lives of people in the pictures.

Somewhere between the laughter and the shared jokes, Y/N noticed the way Patri’s eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how the lines of her face softened in the dim light. For the first time, she felt a strange flutter in her chest—a feeling she couldn’t quite place.

When Patri glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “What’s on your mind?” Y/N quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in an article.

A few days later, they had a friendly match, and Y/N was in the zone, dodging defenders and pushing upfield with the ball at her feet. She was about to take the shot herself when she caught sight of Patri just outside the box, waving her arms and perfectly positioned.

Trusting her instincts, Y/N passed the ball at the last second. Patri didn’t hesitate, slotting it neatly into the net with a deft touch. The team erupted into cheers, and Y/N ran over, grinning wide as they high-fived.

“Nice pass!” Patri said, breathless and laughing, eyes alight with exhilaration.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at her. “Nice finish,” she replied, heart hammering a little too fast. They shared a moment, caught up in the energy, and for a split second, Y/N felt something shift between them.

Later that week, during a post-training stretch, Y/N and Patri found themselves side by side, leaning over to touch their toes. They started joking around, challenging each other to balance on one foot, which of course turned into a ridiculous game of who could hold the silliest pose.

In one overly ambitious attempt to stretch higher, Y/N lost her balance and stumbled, falling into Patri’s side. Laughing, she tried to catch herself, only for Patri to instinctively reach out, steadying her with both hands.

They froze, faces close, Y/N’s hands resting on Patri’s shoulders. For a long, breathless moment, the world felt very still.

When Y/N finally managed to pull back, she gave a nervous laugh, brushing off the moment. “Guess I’m a little too clumsy for yoga.”

But Patri’s gaze lingered, a little softer than usual. “Guess that’s what I’m here for,” she replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Y/N didn’t know why her pulse was racing, or why Patri’s smile seemed to leave her feeling dazed. But for the first time, she realized that maybe—just maybe—she was starting to see Patri as more than just a teammate.

And that thought, both exciting and terrifying, stayed with her long after they parted ways.

For days, Y/N had been working up the courage to tell Patri how she felt. The realization that her feelings had grown beyond friendship had taken her by surprise, but the longer she waited, the more it hurt. If she wanted to move forward—whatever that might look like—she knew she had to come clean.

After training, she lingered on the field, waiting for the right moment. She saw Patri talking with some teammates, her laughter carrying on the evening breeze. Y/N’s heart pounded with anticipation and nerves, and when Patri finally walked over to her, she forced herself to stay calm.

“Hey, what’s up?” Patri asked, wiping sweat from her brow, giving Y/N that familiar smile that always made her heart race.

Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “I, uh… I was hoping we could talk. Alone?”

Patri’s expression shifted, her smile softening as she looked at Y/N. “Sure,” she said, nodding, leading them to a quieter corner of the training grounds.

Y/N’s mouth felt dry as she started. She wasn’t usually the nervous type, but something about Patri made her feel vulnerable in a way she’d never felt before.

“Listen, I… I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now,” Y/N began, looking down and then forcing herself to meet Patri’s eyes. “I know we’re friends, and I don’t want to mess that up, but I—” she swallowed, steadying her voice, “I think I’m falling for you.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. Patri’s face fell slightly, her expression a mix of surprise and something that Y/N couldn’t quite place. Y/N could already feel her chest tightening, a sinking feeling forming in her stomach.

“Oh, Y/N,” Patri said quietly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I… I didn’t know you felt that way. I really didn’t.” She paused, eyes filled with an unmistakable sadness. “But I’m actually… I’m seeing someone.”

The words hit Y/N like a wave, and she felt the ground slip from beneath her. She had hoped for so many things—a chance, a possibility. Anything but this.

“Oh,” she managed, forcing herself to keep her composure. “I didn’t know. I guess I should’ve asked before saying anything.”

Patri looked at her with such tenderness, as if she could feel every ounce of hurt Y/N was experiencing. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I’d known… maybe things would’ve been different. But we’re together now, and it’s serious.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing hard, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over. “No, I get it. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.” She tried to smile, to make it easier for both of them. “I’m really happy for you, Patri. You deserve the best.”

They stood there, the air heavy with unsaid words and impossible what-ifs. Patri squeezed her shoulder gently, her eyes reflecting genuine sympathy and regret.

“You’re an amazing person, Y/N. I don’t want this to change anything between us. I hope… I hope we can still be friends.”

Y/N took a deep breath, nodding as she forced a smile. “Of course. Friends.”

The word felt hollow, but Y/N was determined to keep her promise. If that’s all they could be, she would accept it, even if it left her heart aching.

As they walked off the field together, she kept her smile in place, but the weight of unspoken feelings lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be.

Since the night she’d bared her heart to Patri, Y/N felt like something inside her had fractured. It wasn’t just the rejection—it was the lingering embarrassment, the feeling that she’d exposed too much of herself, and now, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take it back.

So she did the only thing she knew how to do: she pulled away.

It started small. During training sessions, Y/N found herself taking up positions on the opposite side of the field from Patri, drifting farther and farther away as though there were an invisible line she couldn’t cross. When they were paired up in drills, she made herself seem too busy to engage in their usual banter, keeping the interactions strictly professional and avoiding eye contact.

One day, while working on a passing drill, Patri finally noticed.

“Hey, Y/N,” she called, motioning for her to pass the ball.

Y/N kicked it over, a little too quickly, too sharply. Patri caught it with a frown, her eyes following Y/N as she ran off before Patri could say anything more.

And then, a few minutes later, Patri found herself alone, looking around the field and realizing that Y/N had somehow managed to move across the pitch without her noticing. A part of her started to ache with the realization.

It didn’t take long for Patri to notice Y/N’s absence outside training, too. The once-frequent movie nights, gym sessions, and late-night talks in the team lounge had vanished. Y/N would show up to the locker room later than usual, leave as quickly as she could, and disappear without so much as a backward glance.

One evening after practice, as everyone else packed up, Patri decided she couldn’t ignore it any longer. She spotted Y/N across the locker room, stuffing her things into her bag with a bit too much urgency.

“Hey, Y/N,” Patri called, keeping her tone light.

Y/N paused, looking up only briefly before averting her gaze. “Hey, Patri. Uh, got somewhere to be, so…”

Patri’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ve had ‘somewhere to be’ for the past week.”

Y/N forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow even to her. “Just, you know… busy.”

With a sad smile, Patri took a step closer, softening her voice. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” Y/N asked, keeping her eyes fixed on her bag.

“Act like I don’t exist,” Patri said gently. “I know things might be awkward, but… we’re still friends, right?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she kept her tone even. “Yeah, of course. I just… need a bit of space, you know?”

Patri’s face fell, her eyes filled with understanding and regret. She nodded, not wanting to push any further. “Alright. Take all the time you need.”

Y/N nodded back, her throat feeling tight as she grabbed her bag and quickly walked out. As soon as she was out of sight, she let out a shaky breath. This is for the best, she thought, but the words didn’t comfort her.

The following week, the rest of the team began to notice the gap between Y/N and Patri. They’d once been nearly inseparable, the pair known for their pranks and inside jokes. Now, there was a silent, almost painful distance between them.

During a team dinner, Y/N sat at one end of the table, laughing along with a few other teammates, but her laugh didn’t quite reach her eyes. Patri sat a few seats down, her gaze lingering on Y/N with a mixture of sadness and confusion.

Pina, who was sitting next to Patri, leaned over and whispered, “What’s going on with you two? You used to be glued at the hip.”

Patri sighed, forcing a small smile. “It’s… complicated.”

Across the table, Y/N overheard the exchange and felt a pang in her chest. She excused herself and went to the restroom, splashing cold water on her face. She didn’t know how to fix this without reopening the wound. The feelings she’d tried to bury were still fresh, and every time she saw Patri, it only reminded her of what she couldn’t have.

As she returned to the table, Patri’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, Y/N thought about telling her everything, explaining why she needed distance. But then the moment passed, and she looked away, her resolve strengthening.

After the team dinner, Y/N decided to walk home instead of catching a ride with her teammates. She needed the air, the silence, anything to clear her mind. But just as she reached the street corner, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Y/N, wait!” Patri called, jogging to catch up with her.

Y/N tensed, stuffing her hands into her pockets and keeping her gaze fixed on the pavement. “Patri, I really need—”

“A bit of space, yeah, I know,” Patri interrupted gently. “But I just… I miss you. And I can’t just stand by and watch you fade away.”

Y/N looked up at her, eyes wide, caught off-guard by the raw emotion in Patri’s voice. Her walls started to crumble, and she could feel her emotions bubbling to the surface.

“I’m sorry, Patri,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m trying to be okay with just being friends, but it’s… it’s harder than I thought. Every time I see you, it just hurts.”

Patri’s face softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. “Y/N… I never meant to hurt you. I wish things could be different.”

Y/N nodded, blinking back the sting of tears. “Me too. But right now, I just need time to figure things out.”

Patri reached out, hesitating before pulling her hand back, sensing Y/N’s need for distance. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Take as much time as you need. Just… don’t disappear completely, alright?”

Y/N gave a small, sad smile. “I’ll try.”

They stood there, caught in a moment of lingering hurt and unsaid words, before Y/N turned and continued down the street. Patri watched her go, feeling the ache of the growing distance but knowing that, for now, it was something she had to accept.

Y/N had spent the past few weeks feeling like she was wading through a thick fog of emotions. After distancing herself from Patri, she needed a change of scenery, and a coffee shop outing with Mapi and Ingrid seemed like the perfect distraction.

The café was cozy, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation. Mapi and Ingrid were already seated at a corner table, animatedly discussing the latest gossip about their teammates when Y/N arrived. The warm atmosphere wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

“Y/N!” Mapi called out, waving her over. “Finally! We were about to send a search party!”

Y/N chuckled as she joined them, taking a seat and letting out a sigh of relief. “Sorry! I lost track of time. The training session was brutal today.”

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Or you were just daydreaming about someone?”

“Shut up,” Y/N replied, rolling her eyes but feeling a faint blush creep up her cheeks.

As they sipped their coffees and chatted, Y/N noticed a girl sitting at the table across from them. She had curly hair and an easy smile, her laughter spilling into the air like sunshine. Y/N found herself stealing glances, captivated by the girl’s infectious energy.

“Wow, look at you! You’re totally staring,” Mapi teased, nudging Y/N with her elbow. “She’s cute, huh?”

Ingrid followed Y/N’s gaze and grinned. “Go talk to her! You need to get over Patri. A little fun never hurt anyone.”

Y/N felt her heart race at the idea. “I don’t know, guys. What if she’s not interested?”

“Who cares? What’s the worst that could happen?” Mapi urged, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Just go for it! You’ll never know unless you try.”

With a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling in her stomach, Y/N took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Gathering her courage, Y/N stood up, smoothing her shirt as she approached the girl’s table. She could feel Mapi and Ingrid’s supportive eyes on her, urging her on.

“Hey,” Y/N said, trying to sound casual. “I couldn’t help but notice your smile from across the room. I’m Y/N.”

The girl looked up, surprise turning into a warm smile. “Hey! I’m Sara. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Y/N replied, feeling a flutter in her chest. “Do you come here often?”

Sara chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “Not really. I’m usually stuck in the library, but I needed a break. How about you?”

“Same. I’m just trying to escape from my daily routine,” Y/N said, glancing back at Mapi and Ingrid, who were both giving her thumbs up.

“Seems like a good place to do that,” Sara said, her smile widening. “The coffee here is amazing.”

Y/N nodded, her nerves starting to fade as the conversation flowed. They chatted about their favorite coffee blends, sports, and even the challenges of being an athlete. Y/N felt a genuine connection growing between them, the conversation feeling natural and easy.

After a while, Y/N felt bold enough to suggest something more. “So, um, would you want to grab coffee again sometime? Like, maybe on a proper date?”

Sara’s eyes lit up, and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “I’d love that! I’m always up for more coffee and good company.”

“Great! How about this weekend?” Y/N asked, her pulse quickening with anticipation.

“Sounds perfect!” Sara replied, her smile infectious.

Y/N walked back to Mapi and Ingrid, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. “I asked her out! We’re going on a date!”

Ingrid jumped up, wrapping Y/N in a tight hug. “Yes! This is amazing!”

Mapi grinned, her eyes shining with pride. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Not at all,” Y/N said, her heart soaring. “She’s really cool.”

The date went better than Y/N could have imagined. They met at a local park, where they walked, talked, and laughed, sharing stories that revealed glimpses of their lives and personalities. Sara’s humor and passion for life pulled Y/N in, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, Y/N knew she wanted to see Sara again. They ended their date with ice cream, sitting on a bench as they shared their favorite flavors and playful banter.

“You know,” Y/N said, licking her cone, “I’m really glad I came over to talk to you. You’ve made this week so much better.”

Sara smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I feel the same way. I was a little nervous when you approached me, but now… I’m really glad you did.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. “Can I ask you out again? Like, a second date?”

“Absolutely!” Sara replied, her excitement evident. “I’d love that.”

Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her chest, the fluttering of hope blossoming where pain had once been. For the first time in a long while, she was genuinely excited about what was to come.

As they exchanged numbers and made plans for their next date, Y/N couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something beautiful.

The post-game atmosphere was electric. After a hard-fought match, Barcelona had secured a convincing victory, and the team was buzzing with excitement. Laughter and cheers filled the locker room as players celebrated their success, slapping backs and exchanging playful jabs.

Y/N had felt the weight of her worries lift during the game, her heart racing not just from the adrenaline of the match but from knowing that she would soon introduce Sara to her teammates. After their date and the connection they’d built, it felt right to let everyone in on this new part of her life.

As the team gathered in the lounge to plan their night out, Mapi caught Y/N’s eye. “Are you ready for tonight?” she asked, a knowing grin spreading across her face.

Y/N took a deep breath, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through her. “Yeah, I think so. I’m just… a little anxious about introducing Sara.”

“You’ve got this!” Ingrid chimed in, giving Y/N an encouraging nudge. “She’s amazing, and they’ll love her!”

Just then, the door swung open, and Sara walked in, her bright smile illuminating the room. She looked effortlessly beautiful, dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the sight of her, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey!” Y/N called out, waving her over.

Sara approached, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Hey! I hope I’m not too late!”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied, feeling a rush of warmth as she took Sara’s hand. “We were just about to head out to celebrate the win.”

The team began to gather around, curious expressions on their faces. Mapi and Ingrid exchanged glances, clearly excited for the moment.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Y/N said, her voice slightly shaky but gaining confidence. “I want you all to meet someone really special to me. This is Sara—my girlfriend.”

The room went quiet for a moment, and then an eruption of cheers and applause filled the space.

“Y/N has a girlfriend!” Mapi shouted, grinning widely. “About time!”

Ingrid winked at Y/N. “You’ve been holding out on us!”

Sara’s cheeks flushed a light pink as she smiled at the enthusiastic reception. “Hi, everyone! It’s so great to finally meet you all.”

The team immediately began to swarm around Sara, bombarding her with questions and welcoming her with open arms. Y/N watched with a mix of pride and relief, feeling grateful for the warmth and acceptance of her teammates.

As the night wore on, the team headed to a local bar, the energy infectious. Y/N and Sara settled at a table with Mapi, Ingrid, and a few other teammates.

“So, how did you two meet?” one of the players asked, leaning in with curiosity.

Y/N smiled, glancing at Sara. “We met at a coffee shop. I was hanging out with Mapi and Ingrid, and they convinced me to talk to her.”

Sara laughed, recalling the moment. “I thought she was really cool, but I didn’t know she was so nervous to come over! She’s a natural.”

“Definitely not the impression I got on the field!” Ingrid chimed in, raising her glass. “Y/N is a beast out there!”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Mapi added, winking at Y/N. “She’s just as charming off the pitch.”

Y/N felt her heart swell with happiness, both from the compliments and the feeling of belonging. As the conversations flowed, she watched Sara engage with her teammates, effortlessly fitting into the dynamic.

After a while, Y/N felt a sense of ease wash over her. They joked, shared stories, and clinked glasses in celebration. The atmosphere felt warm and inviting, making Y/N realize how much she wanted this moment to last.

As the night progressed, the team decided to make a toast to their victory and to Y/N and Sara’s new relationship. Mapi stood up, raising her glass high.

“Here’s to a great win and to Y/N and Sara! May you two be as unstoppable off the pitch as we are on it!”

Everyone joined in, raising their glasses and cheering. “To Y/N and Sara!”

Sara smiled at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I can’t believe how welcoming everyone is. This is amazing!”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, knowing that she had made the right choice in introducing Sara to her teammates. “I’m so glad you’re here with me tonight,” she said softly, squeezing Sara’s hand.

Sara leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Me too. I’ve had such a great time getting to know everyone.”

As the night continued, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope for what lay ahead. She had taken a leap, opened her heart again, and found someone who made her feel alive and accepted.

Later, when they stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, Y/N turned to Sara, her heart racing. “So, what do you think of my team?”

“They’re fantastic! You must be so proud to be a part of it,” Sara replied, her smile infectious.

“I am,” Y/N said, her expression earnest. “But I’m even more grateful for you.”

Sara blushed at the compliment, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I’m lucky to have you.”

As they stood under the stars, the cool night air surrounding them, Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of joy. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Sara’s lips, a spark igniting between them.

“I’m really glad you’re in my life,” Y/N murmured, feeling a wave of emotion.

“Me too,” Sara replied, her voice warm and sincere. “This is just the beginning, right?”

“Definitely,” Y/N agreed, her heart swelling with hope for their future together.

With a smile, they walked back inside, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited them.

---

Patri sat at the bar, her drink untouched, lost in thought as the team celebrated their hard-fought victory. The atmosphere was electric, laughter and cheers ringing in her ears, but her mind was elsewhere. She had just seen Y/N enter the bar with a girl who looked completely at ease, and for reasons she couldn’t quite understand, a knot of unease twisted in her stomach.

“Are you going to drink that or just stare at it?” one of her teammates joked, snapping Patri out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, just thinking,” she replied, forcing a smile.

Moments later, she caught sight of Y/N standing on a chair, raising her voice to grab the team's attention. Patri’s heart raced as she watched Y/N, her hair slightly tousled from the celebration, her smile bright and inviting. It was the same smile that had once drawn Patri in, back when they had shared their own moments of camaraderie and laughter.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet someone really special to me! This is Sara—my girlfriend!” Y/N’s voice rang clear, filled with excitement.

Patri’s heart sank. Girlfriend? The word echoed in her mind, leaving a bitter taste. She felt the weight of confusion settle over her. Why did it hurt so much to hear Y/N say that?

The room erupted into cheers, but all Patri could hear was the pounding of her heart. She forced herself to look away, but her eyes betrayed her, glancing back at Y/N and Sara as they embraced the enthusiastic welcome from the team. Sara looked happy, radiant even, and Y/N’s face was lit with joy. It made Patri feel as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet.

As the celebrations continued, Patri tried to drown her feelings in the loud chatter and clinking of glasses around her, but it was no use. Every laugh from Y/N, every playful banter exchanged with Sara, stung like a sharp jab to her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Mapi asked, sliding onto the stool beside her, noticing the distant look in Patri’s eyes.

“Nothing,” Patri muttered, forcing a smile. “Just… surprised.”

“Surprised? You sound more upset than surprised,” Mapi said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? No!” Patri snapped, perhaps a bit too defensively. “Why would I be jealous?”

Mapi gave her a knowing look. “I don’t know, maybe because you had a thing for Y/N?”

“I didn’t have a ‘thing’ for her!” Patri insisted, crossing her arms tightly. But even as she said it, doubt crept in. Had she?

The truth was, ever since Y/N had started distancing herself after their falling out, Patri had felt a strange void. She missed the camaraderie they once shared, and more than that, she missed the connection—the undeniable spark that had flickered between them.

“I just… I don’t know,” Patri finally admitted, her voice softer. “I didn’t think she’d move on so quickly. I thought… maybe we could work things out.”

“Do you want to?” Mapi pressed gently.

Patri opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss. The thought of Y/N being with someone else hurt more than she’d expected. “I don’t know,” she repeated, frustration creeping into her voice. “One minute, I’m angry at her, and the next, I’m wishing things were different. And now I see her with someone else, and it just—”

“Hurts?” Mapi suggested, her tone understanding.

“Yes! It hurts,” Patri admitted, rubbing her temples in frustration. “I’m confused, Mapi. I don’t know what I feel anymore.”

As the night continued, Patri found herself unable to enjoy the festivities. Instead, she sat at the bar, watching Y/N and Sara laugh together, a feeling of resentment bubbling beneath the surface.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. Driven by a mix of frustration and a need for clarity, she stood up and made her way toward Y/N and Sara. The laughter faded as she approached, and Y/N turned, her expression shifting from joy to surprise.

“Hey, Patri! What’s up?” Y/N asked, her smile genuine.

Patri opened her mouth, ready to say something, but all she could think about was how much she missed Y/N. “Can we talk?” she blurted out, her tone sharper than she intended.

“Uh, sure,” Y/N replied, glancing at Sara, who offered an encouraging nod.

They stepped away from the group, and Patri took a breath, her heart racing. “Look, I just wanted to say congratulations. I didn’t expect this, and I’m… happy for you.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “Thanks, Patri. I really like her.”

“But why now? I thought… we had something,” Patri blurted out, her voice trembling slightly. “I thought we were figuring things out.”

Y/N hesitated, her eyes searching Patri’s. “I thought so too, but after everything that happened… I didn’t know where we stood. It hurt to feel like I was losing you.”

Patri’s chest tightened at the honesty in Y/N’s words. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just—”

“Didn’t know how to feel?” Y/N finished for her, understanding dawning in her eyes.

“Exactly,” Patri admitted, her frustration melting into something softer. “I still don’t know how to feel about any of this.”

Y/N looked down for a moment, then stepped closer, her voice low. “I care about you, Patri. But I also care about Sara. I didn’t want to rush into anything, but she makes me happy.”

“I just wish I could’ve been the one to make you happy,” Patri said, her heart aching with a mix of longing and regret.

Y/N’s gaze was steady. “You still can be. I want us to be friends again, but I understand if you need time.”

Patri nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on her shoulders. “I think I need time,” she admitted, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. “I don’t want to feel like this, but I can’t help it.”

“I get it,” Y/N said softly. “Just know I’m here, no matter what.”

As they stood there, an unspoken understanding passing between them, Patri felt a sense of hope flicker within her, even amidst the confusion. It was complicated, but perhaps, in time, they could find a way back to each other—whatever that might look like.

---

The soft murmur of coffee shop chatter surrounded Y/N as she sat across from Sara, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping them. It was one of those cozy afternoons where the world outside felt distant, and for Y/N, being with Sara felt like a breath of fresh air.

As they sipped their drinks, Sara looked at Y/N with a blend of curiosity and concern. “You’ve been a bit distant lately. Is everything okay?”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. The truth about her feelings for Patri weighed heavily on her mind, and she knew she couldn’t keep it from Sara any longer. “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with uncertainty.

“What is it?” Sara asked, leaning in slightly, her attention fully on Y/N.

“It’s about Patri,” Y/N admitted, the name lingering in the air between them. “She’s… complicated. We have history.”

“Complicated how?” Sara prodded gently, a hint of tension rising in her tone.

Y/N took a deep breath, deciding to lay it all bare. “We were friends first, and then there were moments where it felt like it could be something more. But we had a falling out, and now she’s seeing me with you, and it’s all just… confusing.”

Sara’s expression shifted, a flicker of jealousy crossing her features. “Confusing how? Do you still have feelings for her?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, frustration creeping into her voice. “I thought I was over it, but seeing her again… it brought back memories. Good ones. But then I realized I really like you, too. You make me happy, Sara.”

“Y/N,” Sara said, her tone suddenly serious. “I need you to be honest with me. Do you want to be with me, or do you want to be with her?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and palpable. Y/N’s heart raced as she felt the weight of Sara’s gaze on her. “I want to be with you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t want to hurt Patri. She’s been a big part of my life.”

“Sometimes you have to choose,” Sara replied, her eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of challenge in her voice. “If you’re serious about us, you need to cut ties with her. It’s not fair to either of us if you keep her in your life while trying to be with me.”

Y/N felt a pang of guilt wash over her. “I understand that, but it’s not that simple. We’ve known each other for so long, and I don’t want to lose her completely.”

“Do you think she’ll step aside if you’re not completely invested in this?” Sara pressed, her expression firm. “If you keep her around, it’ll always be an open door for you both. You deserve to be happy without that lingering uncertainty.”

Y/N looked down at her coffee, swirling the dark liquid with her spoon, her thoughts racing. “But what if I hurt her? What if she gets upset?”

“Then she’ll have to deal with it,” Sara said, her voice softening. “You have to prioritize your happiness. I’m not saying you should be cruel, but you need to be honest with both of you.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N realized the truth in Sara’s words. “You’re right. I can’t keep dragging this out. I do want to be with you, but it means I have to let go of Patri for good.”

“Exactly,” Sara affirmed, reaching across the table to hold Y/N’s hand. “I’m glad you’re realizing that. It means you’re choosing me, and I appreciate your honesty.”

Y/N felt a mixture of fear and relief wash over her. “I’ll talk to her. I’ll make it clear that I’m with you now.”

Sara smiled, but there was still a hint of concern in her eyes. “Just remember, it’s not going to be easy. She might not take it well, and that’s okay. You have to do what’s best for you.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Y/N replied, squeezing Sara’s hand, feeling a surge of determination. “I’ll make it right. I don’t want to lose you.”

With a newfound clarity, Y/N knew what she had to do. As they finished their drinks, she felt a sense of resolve building within her. Yes, it would be difficult to face Patri, but it was time to take that step—time to choose a future with Sara.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N found herself pacing in her apartment, her mind racing with the upcoming conversation. The thought of facing Patri filled her with anxiety, but she steeled herself for what lay ahead.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, reminding herself why this was necessary. She picked up her phone and typed a quick message to Patri, asking her to meet up. She felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she hit send, knowing the weight of the conversation that awaited them.

When the reply came through, it was quick and simple:

“Sure, when and where?”

Y/N took a deep breath and responded with a time and place—a small park near their training facility where they often hung out. It felt neutral, a space where they could talk without distractions.

As Y/N arrived at the park, she spotted Patri sitting on a bench, her expression unreadable. Patri looked up as Y/N approached, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Hey,” Y/N said, her voice steady but filled with apprehension.

“Hey,” Patri replied, her tone cautious. “What’s going on? You sounded serious in your message.”

Y/N sat down, feeling the weight of the moment settle between them. “I wanted to talk about us—about everything that’s been happening.”

Patri’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Y/N could see the tension radiating from her. “Okay… what about it?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage. “I’ve started dating Sara, and I need you to know that it’s serious.”

Patri’s expression fell, and Y/N felt her heart ache at the disappointment in her eyes. “So that’s it? You’re just moving on?”

“It’s not that simple,” Y/N rushed to explain. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but I’ve been spending time with Sara, and we’ve really connected. I want to be with her.”

Silence stretched between them, and Y/N could see the internal struggle etched on Patri’s face. “But i thought we had something special, Y/N. You're my best friend. You can’t just throw that away.”

“I know,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve realized that I need to be honest with myself and with you. I can’t keep you in my life while trying to build something new with Sara. It’s not fair to any of us.”

Patri looked down, her jaw clenching as she absorbed the weight of Y/N’s words. “So what are you saying? That we’re done?”

Y/N nodded, her throat tightening. “I think it’s best if we cut ties. I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to move forward.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The reality of the situation hung heavy in the air, and Y/N could feel the tension crackling between them.

Finally, Patri looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, her heart breaking at the sight of Patri’s pain. “I never wanted to hurt you. You mean so much to me, but I need to prioritize my happiness.”

Patri took a shaky breath, her expression a mixture of hurt and anger. “I just thought… I thought maybe we'd someday get a chance.”

“Maybe we would have, but it didn’t work out that way,” Y/N replied, her voice steady but gentle. “You deserve someone who can give you everything, not someone who’s torn between two paths.”

After a long silence, Patri finally nodded, her shoulders slumping. “I get it. I guess I just have to accept it.”

Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on Patri’s arm. “I’ll always care about you. You were my friend first, and I’ll always cherish that.”

Patri’s gaze dropped to the ground, and for a moment, Y/N felt as if they were both standing at a crossroads, the past slipping away like sand through their fingers.

“Just… don’t forget me,” Patri murmured, her voice barely audible.

“I could never forget you,” Y/N replied, her heart aching. “You’ve meant so much to me.”

As they sat in silence, the weight of their history pressed upon them, but Y/N felt a flicker of hope. She had made her choice, and though it hurt to say goodbye, she knew it was time to embrace her future with Sara.

After a grueling training session, Y/N plopped down on the bench beside Alexia, sweat dripping from her brow as she guzzled water. The team was cooling down, but today’s session felt especially intense. Alexia noticed the slump in Y/N’s posture and gave her a friendly nudge.

“You okay?” she asked, brow furrowing in concern. “You’ve seemed… a bit off lately.”

Y/N managed a weak smile. “Just tired, I think. It’s been a long week.”

Alexia nodded, glancing away for a moment before leaning back toward her. “Is everything good with Sara? I’ve noticed you’ve been a little distracted since you two got together.”

Y/N shrugged, keeping her eyes down. “Yeah, it’s just… you know, she’s really involved. She cares a lot.”

It was true—Sara had an intensity to her that Y/N found endearing at first. But lately, it had become more than just attentiveness. There was a constant need to check in, to know her schedule, to hear from her the second training ended. Even during team outings, Sara would text or call, and if Y/N missed the call, there would be a flood of messages asking where she was.

Just then, her phone buzzed, and Y/N instinctively reached for it. Sure enough, it was Sara.

Where are you? Did practice end? Are you going somewhere with the team afterward?

Alexia’s eyes flicked down to the screen, noticing the string of messages lighting up. “Is that her?”

Y/N nodded, her face slightly flushed. She typed out a quick response: Just finishing up with the team. I’ll call you when I’m on my way.

Once she sent it, she tried to shove her phone back into her bag, but the buzzing continued. Alexia’s brows knit together as she watched.

“Isn’t that… a bit much?” she ventured cautiously, trying not to pry but clearly concerned.

“She’s just making sure I’m okay,” Y/N mumbled, trying to brush it off. “I think she worries sometimes because of, you know, my past with Patri.”

“Worrying is one thing,” Alexia said gently, “but this seems… intense.”

Before Y/N could respond, Patri came over, catching the last snippet of the conversation. “Intense about what?”

Y/N gave her a look, hesitant to bring Patri into it, but Alexia chimed in. “Sara’s just been a bit… relentless lately, hasn’t she?”

Patri’s gaze flicked to Y/N, concern etched into her expression. “You sure that’s normal?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, feeling defensive. “It’s fine, really. She just cares a lot. Besides, it’s not like she’s telling me what I can or can’t do.”

But as the words left her mouth, she felt a pang of doubt. Over the past few weeks, Sara had made little comments here and there—about which teammates she didn’t like Y/N hanging around too much or the “late” nights Y/N spent with the team after games. Sara would subtly suggest she should be “more focused” and that “some friends aren’t looking out for her the way she does.”

It was always cloaked as concern, never an outright order, but Y/N felt the pressure all the same.

A few days later, the team gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate a recent win. Laughter filled the room as the players shared stories, but Y/N kept glancing at her phone, nerves gnawing at her. Sara had mentioned wanting to spend time with her tonight, and when Y/N told her about the team dinner, she hadn’t exactly been thrilled.

“Everything okay?” Mapi asked, noticing Y/N’s distraction.

Y/N forced a smile. “Yeah, yeah, just… checking messages.”

Just then, her phone vibrated with another message from Sara: I thought you were coming over after the game? Are you staying out late?

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples as she replied: I’ll be home soon. Just finishing dinner with the team.

Ingrid, sitting across from Y/N, exchanged a glance with Mapi. “She texting you again?” Ingrid asked, her tone gentle but edged with concern.

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a sigh. “She just… gets anxious when I’m out.”

“Anxious or controlling?” Patri interjected quietly, her tone sharper than she’d intended. She softened when she saw the look on Y/N’s face. “I mean, does she trust you? Because it doesn’t seem like it.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “She does. I think she just… needs reassurance sometimes. It’s probably because of our past conversations about you,” she added, looking directly at Patri. “I don’t think she’s totally comfortable with how close we used to be.”

Patri’s expression softened, but her voice was firm. “That’s no reason to make you feel like you’re walking on eggshells.”

Alexia, who had been listening, nodded in agreement. “She’s got to understand that we’re your team, Y/N. We’re practically family. If she can’t handle that, it’s her issue, not yours.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed again, and this time she didn’t bother to check it. Instead, she looked around the table at her teammates, their expressions filled with worry and protectiveness. For the first time, she felt a glimmer of doubt about her relationship with Sara—a feeling that maybe, just maybe, her teammates had a point.

As the evening wound down, Y/N decided to head home to avoid any further messages from Sara. She waved goodbye to her teammates, but Patri, noticing the slight slump in her shoulders, followed her outside.

“Wait up,” Patri called, catching Y/N just as she reached the curb. “Can we talk for a second?”

Y/N stopped, looking back at her, feeling the tension building in her chest. “What’s up?”

Patri hesitated, but she spoke with sincerity. “I don’t want to overstep, but I’m worried about you. We all are.”

“About me or about Sara?” Y/N asked, her voice sharper than she intended.

Patri shook her head. “About both of you. She’s… it seems like she’s isolating you, Y/N. I don’t want you to lose yourself in a relationship that doesn’t make you feel free.”

Y/N felt a mixture of anger and sadness rise within her. “I thought you’d be happy I finally moved on,” she said softly. “But instead, it feels like everyone’s questioning me.”

“I am happy for you if you’re happy,” Patri replied gently. “But you haven’t been yourself lately. We all see it. Just… don’t let someone control you, okay? You deserve better than that.”

For a moment, Y/N’s resolve wavered. Patri’s words hit close to home, stirring something she had been trying to ignore. “It’s not that simple, Patri,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just want her to trust me.”

Patri placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Then she has to earn that trust, not control you to feel secure. You shouldn’t have to prove yourself all the time.”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling the weight of Patri’s words settle over her. She realized she had been bending over backward to make Sara feel secure, but in doing so, she had been losing herself. Maybe it was time to have a conversation with Sara—a real, honest conversation about boundaries and trust.

That night, as Y/N sat alone in her apartment, she replayed the evening’s events in her mind. Her teammates’ words echoed in her head, and for the first time, she allowed herself to question her relationship with Sara fully. It was scary to admit, but maybe Patri and the others were right.

The next time Sara called, Y/N didn’t rush to answer. Instead, she took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, preparing herself for a difficult conversation she knew was long overdue.

Y/N took a deep breath, standing in front of her apartment door. She’d been rehearsing the words in her mind for hours, ready to finally confront Sara about how their relationship was affecting her.

When she stepped inside, Sara was already there, pacing anxiously. Her head snapped up when she heard Y/N walk in.

“Finally,” Sara sighed, crossing her arms. “Where were you?”

Y/N felt her stomach clench, but she steadied herself. “I went out with the team, Sara, like I told you I would. We had dinner to celebrate the win.”

Sara’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. “I thought you’d come straight home. I was waiting for you.”

Y/N forced herself to remain calm. “Sara, we need to talk.”

The edge in her voice softened as she gestured for them to sit down. She hoped a calm approach might ease the tension, but Sara stayed standing, arms still crossed tightly across her chest.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Y/N began, trying to sound as steady as possible. “I care about you, but the way things have been lately… it’s not working for me. You’re always questioning me, wanting to know where I am, who I’m with. I need space, and I need you to trust me if we’re going to make this work.”

Sara’s face twisted with a mix of anger and disbelief. “So, what? You think I’m the problem here? That I’m overreacting because I actually care about you?” Her voice grew louder, echoing through the apartment.

Y/N raised her hands, trying to keep things calm. “I’m not saying you don’t care, but this doesn’t feel healthy. I shouldn’t be scared to go out with my teammates without you constantly checking up on me. That’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to you, either.”

Sara’s face darkened. “So now you think I’m controlling?” she hissed, stepping closer. Her voice was low but laced with anger. “You’re going to sit here and make me out to be the bad guy?”

The tension escalated, and Y/N felt a creeping sense of dread. “Sara, please… I just need you to listen.”

But instead of listening, Sara’s anger boiled over. “After everything I’ve done for you, you want to turn around and leave me?”

She lashed out, shoving Y/N back a step. Shock and fear flared through Y/N, and she stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the table.

“Sara, stop!” she shouted, her voice trembling. “This isn’t okay!”

But Sara wasn’t stopping. Her voice grew louder, her movements sharper, and soon Y/N’s neighbors were knocking on the walls, their concern clear. “You don’t get to tell me what’s okay, Y/N! After everything, you don’t just get to walk away!”

The shouting continued until, finally, Y/N heard a pounding on the door. She could see her neighbors peering in through the crack as she backed away from Sara, her heart pounding in her chest. The next thing she knew, two officers were stepping into the apartment, separating her from Sara.

Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia were driving back from dinner when they noticed the police lights flashing near Y/N’s apartment. Concern flashed across Alexia’s face as she pulled the car over.

“Isn’t that… Y/N’s building?” Mapi asked, her brow furrowing as she looked at Ingrid and Alexia.

Without another word, the three of them climbed out of the car and walked over, weaving through a small crowd of concerned neighbors. They saw Y/N standing outside, looking visibly shaken, with an officer speaking quietly to her. When she saw her teammates, her expression shifted, relief mixing with embarrassment.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Alexia asked, stepping closer and reaching out for her friend.

Y/N nodded, though her face was pale. “Yeah… I’m okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced toward the building, where Sara was being questioned by another officer. Her voice wavered as she added, “It… it got out of hand.”

Mapi exchanged a worried look with Ingrid. “Did she hurt you?” Ingrid asked, her voice laced with concern.

Y/N shook her head, though her hands trembled as she spoke. “No, it was just… a lot of yelling, and she… she got physical. The neighbors must have called.”

The officer beside Y/N cleared his throat. “We’ll be documenting this incident, Miss Y/L/N. If you feel threatened, you have options, including a restraining order. Just let us know how we can support you.”

Y/N nodded, struggling to keep herself together. She glanced back at Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia, who were still looking at her with a mixture of concern and protectiveness.

“Come on,” Alexia said softly, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “You’re coming home with us tonight.”

Once back at Alexia’s apartment, Y/N collapsed onto the couch, the events of the night catching up to her. She buried her face in her hands, feeling a mix of shame, fear, and sadness. Mapi handed her a glass of water, sitting beside her while Ingrid and Alexia gave her space, letting her process everything.

After a few moments of silence, Y/N finally spoke. “I… I thought I could fix things. I thought if I just explained myself, she’d understand. But she was so angry, and I didn’t know what to do.”

Mapi placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You don’t have to explain yourself to us, okay? What happened tonight wasn’t your fault.”

Y/N looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and relief. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you guys hadn’t shown up.”

Ingrid reached out, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently. “We’re always here for you, no matter what. If you ever need anything, you just have to call.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude as she took in the faces of her friends, their support an unexpected comfort in the aftermath of such a traumatic night.

For the first time in a while, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. With her teammates by her side, she knew she wasn’t alone—and she wouldn’t let anyone make her feel that way again.

The morning light filtered through Y/N’s window, painting soft streaks of warmth across her apartment. She stood in front of her mirror, taking a deep breath. Today was the day she would file the restraining order. It had been a long, difficult journey to this point, and although she felt nervous, she knew it was the right thing to do. The memories of the past few months surfaced in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Today was about moving forward.

The previous night, her teammates had rallied around her, providing support and encouragement. They had assured her that she wasn’t alone, and that thought had given her strength. Even now, she felt a bit of the resolve she had found with them lingering, steadying her as she prepared to take the next steps.

The courthouse felt cold and impersonal as Y/N walked through the corridors, clutching a folder with all the necessary documents. Alexia had come along for support, standing beside her with a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“You’re doing the right thing,” Alexia whispered as they waited outside the clerk’s office.

Y/N nodded, offering a small, appreciative smile. “I know. I just… I didn’t think things would end up like this.”

Alexia’s expression softened. “It’s hard to see it now, but things will get better. You’re giving yourself the space to heal, and that’s what matters.”

Once the paperwork was submitted, Y/N felt a strange weight lift off her chest. Though there were still challenges ahead, she felt as if she’d finally taken control of her life again. She left the courthouse with a sense of liberation, a subtle shift in her step as she walked back out into the world.

Y/N spent the next few weeks focusing on herself. She dedicated more time to training, finding solace in the routines that had once brought her joy. Early morning runs, solo practice sessions at the gym, and evenings spent journaling—all of it became part of her path to healing. She threw herself into her hobbies outside of soccer as well, finally picking up the guitar she’d neglected and even taking up sketching as a way to unwind.

She also made an effort to reconnect with friends, something she hadn’t realized she’d distanced herself from over the past months. Her teammates invited her out to dinners, hikes, and even movie nights. They were patient with her, sensing that she needed support without crowding her. Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia were constant presences in her life, gently encouraging her whenever she faltered.

From a distance, Patri watched her with quiet admiration. She noticed Y/N’s strength, her determination to reclaim her happiness, and how resilient she truly was. Though her heart ached whenever she saw Y/N looking lost in thought, Patri respected the boundaries Y/N had set, giving her the space to focus on herself.

One afternoon at training, Y/N was focused on a drill, completely immersed in perfecting her footwork. As she went through the moves, she caught a glimpse of Patri watching her from across the pitch. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. Y/N saw something unspoken in Patri’s gaze—a mixture of admiration, warmth, and a touch of sadness.

Patri offered her a small, encouraging smile, a silent nod of acknowledgment. In that brief exchange, Y/N felt a wave of comfort wash over her. There was no pressure, no expectation—just an unspoken understanding between them. She smiled back, a quiet gratitude in her expression.

As training progressed, Patri kept her distance, offering support from afar. She didn’t push or prod, and she didn’t make any attempts to rekindle their friendship. Instead, she simply let Y/N know, in her own way, that she was there, waiting patiently and respectfully.

One evening after training, Y/N sat on the balcony of her apartment, watching the city lights flicker as the sun set. She felt a strange sense of peace, a feeling that had eluded her for months. Her phone buzzed with a text from Alexia, inviting her out with the team for dinner, and for the first time in a while, she accepted without hesitation.

As she got ready, she glanced at the photos on her wall—pictures of her with her friends, her family, and her teammates. There was a quiet strength in her now, one that had been forged through the challenges she’d overcome. She realized that she was finally healing, and though she wasn’t completely there yet, she knew she was on the right path.

Later that night, when she walked into the restaurant and saw her teammates gathered around, laughing and enjoying themselves, Y/N felt a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. She smiled, genuinely this time, as her teammates greeted her with open arms.

And from across the table, Patri caught her eye again, giving her a small nod of approval. This time, Y/N didn’t look away. Instead, she held Patri’s gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the support she’d given her from afar, and a newfound appreciation blossoming within her heart.

For now, she would focus on herself, but perhaps—when the time was right—she’d be ready to let others in once more.

Y/N felt a sense of calm returning to her life. The weeks following her decision to prioritize her well-being had brought newfound clarity. She was stronger now, and though she still carried the scars of her experience, she felt proud of how far she’d come.

And as her heart started to heal, she noticed the people around her—especially Patri. Their friendship had been complicated, and after everything that had happened, Patri had kept her distance, honoring Y/N’s need for space. But lately, Y/N found herself missing the moments they’d shared, those brief conversations, and the quiet support they’d once offered each other.

It wasn’t long before they started finding themselves in the same spaces again, pulled together by training and team events. And slowly, something shifted.

One morning, Y/N arrived at the gym early, hoping to enjoy a quiet workout before the others arrived. As she stretched, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and when she looked up, there was Patri, already in her workout gear.

They shared a quick, slightly awkward smile. Patri nodded in greeting, her expression warm yet reserved.

“Mind if I join?” Patri asked, gesturing to the open space on the mat beside Y/N.

Y/N hesitated, but then she nodded, smiling softly. “Sure.”

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, working through their stretches and exercises in companionable silence. Occasionally, Y/N caught Patri glancing her way, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was a small gesture, but it brought a sense of ease that Y/N hadn’t felt in a long time.

After finishing a set, Y/N grabbed her water bottle and turned to Patri, a smirk forming. “Bet I can beat you at sprints.”

Patri raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, you’re on.”

They spent the next few minutes racing each other across the gym, laughing and bantering as they went. The playful competition broke down the last remnants of tension between them, and by the time they were finished, Y/N felt like she was getting a piece of her old friendship back.

In the days that followed, Y/N and Patri began talking more frequently. It started with casual chats during practice, brief comments exchanged during water breaks, and the occasional inside joke shared from across the room. Slowly, Y/N found herself gravitating toward Patri, feeling that sense of ease and warmth return.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Y/N found herself lingering in the locker room. Most of the team had already left, but Patri was still there, gathering her things. Y/N took a breath and walked over, her heart beating a little faster than usual.

“Hey,” Y/N began, her voice soft. “I was thinking about getting something to eat. You wanna come?”

Patri’s eyes brightened, a small, hopeful smile spreading across her face. “I’d like that.”

They ended up at a small café, tucked away from the city’s usual buzz. Over hot tea and sandwiches, they talked about everything and nothing, catching up on lost time. Patri listened intently as Y/N shared the highlights of her recovery journey, offering her quiet support with every word.

At one point, Y/N paused, glancing at Patri with a hesitant smile. “Thank you, you know… for giving me the space to figure things out.”

Patri’s expression softened, her gaze gentle. “Of course, Y/N. I’d never want to push you. I just… I’m glad we’re here, talking like this.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. “Me too.”

As the days went by, their friendship blossomed once more, built on a stronger foundation this time, one of mutual respect and patience. They started working together in drills, their teamwork growing naturally as if no time had passed. Their playful chemistry began to catch the attention of their teammates, who would exchange knowing smiles whenever they saw the two together.

During one particular scrimmage, Y/N and Patri were on opposing teams, their rivalry sparking laughter among their teammates as they playfully tried to one-up each other. At one point, Y/N managed to steal the ball from Patri, darting around her with a mischievous grin.

“Too slow!” she called over her shoulder.

Patri laughed, quick on her feet as she chased after Y/N. “We’ll see about that!”

Moments later, she caught up, skillfully intercepting the ball with a light touch and a triumphant smile. They shared a breathless laugh, and as their gazes met, there was an unspoken understanding between them. It felt like old times—only this time, there was no weight of the past between them.

After another long practice, Y/N found herself sitting outside on the team bus, waiting for the rest of the players to finish up. She was gazing out the window when she felt someone slide into the seat beside her.

“Mind if I sit?” Patri asked, her voice soft.

Y/N shook her head, smiling as Patri settled in next to her.

They sat in companionable silence, watching the lights of the city pass by. After a while, Patri glanced over, her gaze gentle but searching. “It’s good to have you back, Y/N,” she said quietly.

Y/N looked at her, a sense of peace washing over her. “It’s good to be back. I missed this… I missed us.”

Patri nodded, her smile tinged with a hint of emotion. “I did too. I’m here for you, whatever you need. Just know that.”

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of gratitude for the friendship they’d managed to rebuild. In that moment, she realized that this bond, rekindled with such care and patience, was stronger than before.

For now, that was enough. And maybe—just maybe—they were ready for whatever the future held.

Weeks had passed since Y/N and Patri had found their way back to each other. With every passing day, their connection grew stronger. What had started as a friendship carefully rebuilt was shifting into something more, something unspoken but unmistakable.

It was a rainy afternoon in Barcelona, and the team was wrapping up an intense practice. As they made their way back inside, Y/N noticed Patri struggling to pull her hoodie over her head, her hands still wet from the rain.

“Here,” Y/N offered, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood over Patri’s head, making sure it covered her completely. Her fingers brushed against Patri’s cheek, lingering just a second too long.

Patri’s breath hitched, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a spark of something more. She gave Y/N a shy, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” she murmured.

Y/N smiled back, feeling her heart race at the simple gesture. She pulled her hand away, trying to brush it off as casual, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her.

A few days later, Patri sent Y/N a text: Coffee after training? Just us?

Y/N didn’t hesitate to accept, and soon they found themselves at a small café by the beach. It was cozy and quiet, with only a few other patrons, and the view of the waves provided the perfect backdrop.

As they sipped their drinks, their conversation shifted from soccer and shared memories to more personal topics—their dreams, things they’d never told anyone else, vulnerabilities they hadn’t shown before. Y/N found herself opening up in ways she hadn’t anticipated, sharing parts of herself she had long kept guarded.

At one point, Patri leaned closer, her expression soft. “You know… you’ve changed a lot, Y/N. You’re stronger, more grounded. It’s beautiful to see.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered, her cheeks heating up at Patri’s compliment. “I had a lot of help,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “You were part of that.”

Patri smiled, her eyes twinkling with a quiet understanding. They sat in comfortable silence, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel that this moment, sitting here with Patri, felt different—deeper, as though they were both waiting for something to happen, both silently willing it to.

During a particularly tense match, Y/N had taken a hit that left her limping slightly. She brushed it off, not wanting to make a big deal, but Patri noticed right away, rushing to her side.

“Are you okay?” Patri asked, her face etched with worry.

“Yeah, it’s nothing serious,” Y/N assured her, though her leg throbbed with every step.

After the match, Patri refused to let Y/N leave without getting checked by the team doctor. “Come on, you’re not walking out of here like that. Sit down and let them take a look.”

Y/N chuckled but complied, touched by Patri’s concern. As the doctor checked her leg, Y/N caught Patri’s gaze from across the room, a mix of affection and something more in her eyes. It felt as if, with each shared look, they were both realizing the depth of their feelings, acknowledging what they’d both been skirting around.

Later, as they left the stadium together, Y/N glanced over at Patri, feeling a surge of affection she couldn’t quite suppress. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

Patri shrugged, smiling softly. “Someone has to. Plus, I can’t have my favorite teammate getting hurt.”

The words hung in the air, both of them feeling the weight of the meaning behind them. Y/N’s heart raced, her mind spinning with possibilities. She wanted to say something, to tell Patri what she’d been feeling, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached out, intertwining her fingers with Patri’s in a quiet but profound gesture.

Patri glanced down, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed Y/N’s hand gently, her eyes warm and full of unspoken promises.

A week later, the team decided to go out to celebrate a big win. They ended up at a small rooftop bar, the city lights twinkling around them as they danced and laughed. Y/N and Patri stayed close, finding themselves pulled together in every moment, whether it was dancing, laughing at inside jokes, or sharing stolen glances across the room.

At one point, they found themselves alone on the balcony, the city stretching out below them in a sea of lights. Y/N leaned against the railing, her gaze drifting to Patri, who was standing beside her, a soft smile on her face.

“This feels nice,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely audible above the hum of the city.

Patri turned to her, her eyes bright. “It does. I missed this… missed being close to you.”

Y/N’s heart pounded as she looked at Patri, the weight of her words settling in. She took a shaky breath, finally gathering the courage to say what had been on her mind. “Patri, I—”

But before she could finish, Patri’s hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I feel it too.”

They stood in silence, the unspoken words filling the space between them, drawing them closer. Y/N took a step forward, her hand brushing against Patri’s cheek as she leaned in, her heart racing with anticipation.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, both of them lingering in the moment as if they’d been waiting for it forever. When they pulled back, they shared a quiet, breathless laugh, both feeling a mixture of exhilaration and relief.

“It took us a while, didn’t it?” Patri whispered, her eyes shining.

Y/N smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind Patri’s ear. “Better late than never.”

They stayed there on the balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the feeling of finally letting down their walls and allowing themselves to fall into each other completely. And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a profound sense of happiness, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

After the rooftop confession, things between Y/N and Patri only grew more affectionate. Each glance lingered a little longer, and every small gesture between them carried newfound meaning. They hadn’t labeled their relationship yet, but they knew that what they had was deeper than friendship. And that was enough—for now.

But Patri couldn’t ignore the gnawing desire to make things official. She wanted to know, beyond a doubt, that they were together, committed to each other. She wanted to call Y/N her girlfriend.

The idea of asking Y/N to be her girlfriend made Patri nervous, more than she’d care to admit. She spent the entire morning pacing her apartment, rehearsing what she wanted to say. Even her dog, Hugo, sat watching her with a confused look, as if wondering why she was so on edge.

Finally, with her nerves settled as best they could be, Patri decided to ask Y/N out for dinner that evening at a cozy restaurant by the beach. She picked a time and place she knew Y/N would love, hoping the atmosphere would make everything feel right.

Y/N arrived at the restaurant, her heart fluttering with excitement as she spotted Patri waiting outside, looking slightly fidgety but undeniably stunning. Patri’s face lit up as she saw Y/N approach, and she reached out to take her hand.

“You look beautiful,” Patri said, her voice soft.

Y/N smiled, blushing slightly. “So do you.”

They walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of candlelight surrounding them. The dinner was perfect—filled with laughter, shared stories, and quiet moments where they simply enjoyed each other’s presence. They’d been so close over the past few weeks, but tonight felt different, like there was something even more meaningful simmering between them.

When the dessert came, Patri’s hands were slightly shaky. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she looked across the table at Y/N.

“Y/N,” Patri began, her voice softer than usual, “there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Y/N tilted her head, her expression warm and curious. “Go on.”

Patri took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she reached across the table to take Y/N’s hand in hers. “These last few weeks with you… they’ve been amazing. And I know we haven’t really talked about… us, but I’d like to. I want to know what we are, and I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

Y/N squeezed her hand, her eyes softening. “You mean a lot to me too, Patri.”

Patri swallowed, her voice wavering with a mixture of excitement and nerves. “Would you… would you be my girlfriend?”

Y/N’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy as she let out a soft laugh of relief. “I thought you’d never ask.”

They both laughed, and Y/N stood, moving around the table to pull Patri into a tight hug. Patri wrapped her arms around Y/N, closing her eyes as she breathed in the moment, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend,” Y/N whispered into her ear.

Patri pulled back slightly, her hands resting on Y/N’s waist as she gazed into her eyes. “I don’t want there to be any doubt about us. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Y/N grinned, her fingers tracing lightly over Patri’s cheek. “I like the sound of that. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

After dinner, they decided to take a stroll along the beach, hand in hand. The stars were bright overhead, casting a silvery glow over the waves. They walked in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence, the warmth of their hands intertwined.

At one point, Patri stopped, turning to face Y/N, a soft smile on her lips. “You make me so happy, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she gazed back at her, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”

Patri leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Y/N’s. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, filled with a tenderness that seemed to seal everything they’d just shared. When they pulled back, they were both grinning, hearts racing.

They continued their walk, sharing quiet laughter and stolen kisses along the way, both of them basking in the joy of finally being together, officially. As they reached the end of the beach, Y/N pulled Patri close, wrapping her arms around her as they gazed out at the waves.

“I’m so glad we found our way here,” Y/N murmured, resting her head against Patri’s shoulder.

“Me too,” Patri replied softly, her hand tracing gentle patterns along Y/N’s back. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

They stayed there for a while, holding each other as the ocean waves crashed in the background, both of them knowing that they were exactly where they were meant to be—together.

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