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But ¿how are you going to feel that it is your home if you didn’t know anything about surroundings? It was pretty easy,taking a walk around the city,and although you just take a walk and no more,your obsession for the desserts took over you,and then every time you saw a bakery you went into, and that happened around three hours. But unless you order a piece of cake for takeaway, although honestly you had something stuck on your mind; soon I’m going to start the university and although you were ‘adult’ person

¿Who doesn’t feel anxious in an unfamiliar place? Because you felt it.

Going to reality,overthinking that took many hours,you knew that you only went to a few bakeries,the problem was that you were spending a lot of time in each one. But what can we do? Easy,just come back to your apartment.

While you took a breath and pressed the close-door button, you noticed that the elevator would stop one floor behind yours,so you stepped some steps to the right. Then you glanced.

“oh my-”.

The shock was immediate,you haven’t seen a guy with that hair color,but in another hand, his eyelashes had the protagonism in his face. He was the proof in real life of “the boys have more eyelashes than girls”

But before staring at him,you stopped,because you thought you would be seen as a rude girl.

Ding dong

It was the sound that the elevator have stopped at your floor,normally you would leave the elevator without thinking so much,but this time you were eager to go into your apartment? Yeah,it was.

“Uhm,lady,you forgot this box” the guy told you,you take the box for it carry handle.

“Thank you so much for telling me,have a good evening” you answer, giving a slight smile.

¿How could you forgot something that you have been buying that same day? When you have literally all the walk being focused at that box? It was like you forgot everything the moment you left the elevator.

“Even though I think this now,he was so tall or you were so small”and honestly that thought was stuck on your mind until you arrive home

As soon as you could get dressed in some cozy clothes and loosen your hair you started to write in your diary,it was a new hobby that gave you calm,because you could say everything you wanted without having to explain everything. Normally you wrote somethings that you notice around your surroundings or some polemic opinions,and the boy of today wasn’t exception.

“Finally,today I am in France,I even took a walk, ¿the people here are tall? Nevermind,on another hand the guy of today has extra-large eyelashes,I would never reach that large. Apart from that his hair was gorgeous,i was about to ask for him what shampoo he uses”

While you finished writing and decorating the diary with stickers and one draw of the boy,like your habit,you took the box from the fridge and served yourself,although you served so much meringue.

“Nah,I'm writing too many things about him” you joked and took a big bite of your piece of cake.

“And what if I have a crush?- PUAJ” you added.

After chewing a little bit you notice a bitter taste and instantly you come back to reality— in some weeks you start university and you had nothing to begin to talk about,so tomorrow you will buy supplies.

The next day you did everything to go to buy supplies;you got dressed,combed your hair,ate your breakfast and finally you left your apartment.

“Let’s seeee~” you dragged out while you whined.

“Drawing pencils,scissors,anatomy book,drawing tablet-” you stopped. “What the heck do I have to buy a drawing tablet if I know how to draw traditionally?”you got slightly annoyed.

Honestly,you chose the fashion designer career in BFA just because you were good at sewing,only for that,ah, also because you were so lazy to look for another career you like. However you didn’t think that that field of study was that hard.

¿Who would think that a BFA major would be so bad for buying supplies? Mannequins,professionals drawing pencils,sharpies,etc.

When you finished buying,without joking you had eight bags full of supplies,if you didn’t call a taxi you would’ve died,even though well,your wallet hurts more than anything. Who would think that just for one thing to be called “professional” would increase the tax by like 600$? But unless when you arrived at your apartment you would prove your new drawing tablet and for that you had a good idea.

After you unpacked the tablet and arrived at your apartment you were ready to start to draw,but before that you had to review if the tablet had some issue,and fortunately It hadn’t! So you started to draw.

Your idea was simple,a guy with college clothes talking with someone,but like you hadn’t any idea of how to do the guy,so you started to draw the background;you knew,desk here and there and like you always do in your drawings, a board with some joke written in your native language.

As soon as you finished the background, your mind was blank of how the guy of your drawing could be,so what better idea than to look for some guy’s sketch in your diary? Because you suppose that if you wrote something about somebody it was because that person was interesting, and at the end…you weren’t right.

There was just basic “boy’s design”, and the only thing that was “wow” was because they had some good accent or things like that,until you saw the last page;was the guy of yesterday and he was the exact design you wanted for this situation. So you started to draw the boy,some large eyelashes over here,some large eyelashes over there.

And then you heard your phone.

Ringgg ringgg ringgg ringgg

It was a notification from your university,briefly it says that one week before get into the university they would do a “welcome week” in some way,like show some classrooms,know some people and know who are going to be your teachers,and like you were ¿How aren’t you going to be there? It would be a good opportunity for get some friends,because when you arrived in France, you didn’t get any friends. So when you review more you remembered that that week you didn’t have anything to do.

Days after days you were only thinking how would be the people there,outgoing people? Calm or quiet people? Although you had already an archetype because you thought that everyone that studied fashion design would be outgoing people.

And as meanwhile you overthink it more and more as the days spent faster. So fast that the day you were waiting for arrived,and you were ready,but in a social way.

When you arrived it was so obvious that you were the most extrovert there,you were always asking what their expectations were for this university like it was like an elementary school,and in a friendly way, you were attracting people. But you were always presenting yourself by the shortest way possibly,just because of you were eager to talk about stuff. But unfortunately,your name was always catching the attention.

“Uhm,¿me? My name is haruka kaoruko I’m twenty years old and I chose to study fashion design”

Your name obviously wasn’t European,was Japanese. And everyone had a question, well,you aren’t french ¿why travel from Japan until France just for study something that you were able to study in your country with excellents colleges and university. And for you that was so easy to answer “Just because France is fashion capital,right?” and yeah,that sound childish but it was always your dream since your childhood,to explore the fashion world and learn many things about it.

But i was easier to explain with saying “i wanted to study in another country” than have to explain everything from bottom to top,so,since that day you started to say it to everybody until one day you meet a girl with a similar vision like yours. Adelai,she was french but she understood you even before you could talk about it,it was like have a twin,she understood you in everything,but out of joke,you were confused why the both of you were in different classroom,literally she were one years older than you,but unless you could talk to her in shared classes,breaks,etc.

While you were more talking to her,you were more best friends,even she told you that she had a little brother called Vivian,his friends were one with god complex and another with nine siblings,and you normally asked yourself how she handled that mess.

But,even though you were ”normal” you noticed that some things remembered you to that guy of the elevator,and,like it was destiny,you saw him again. But this time was because of an Amazon box.

Ding dong ding dong

Was the doorbell of your apartment,when you opened the door; just an Amazon box. Surely the delivery was tired.

But how the delivery could confuse apartment 12 of 5th floor with 512 one of the 4th floor? But well,that day you were so lazy for go to the lobby, and although you were like that,you had to give the box to their owner.

And when you checked the name; it was Vivian Hugo. It was funny that you know about Vivian and then you know another person called Vivian.

So you took the box on the table and you wore your shoes to deliver the box correctamente,you went into the elevator and when you arrived at the front of apartment 512,you knocked.

And immediately you saw the person who opened the door,you knew who was,he was the guy in the elevator; extra-long eyelashes,red-black hair, yes,you were right.

“Good evening,this box appeared in front of my door,by the apartment number I think you're the owner” you told him,giving him the box carefully just in case it was fragile.

Without joking,you thought it would be a longer conversación,but the guy,well, Vivian were a quiet person,although his personality matches with his apariencia. And talking about that you noticed one thing: his eyes was lifeless. It was funny; his name is Vivian that means “life” and his eyes show the opposite.

But for that same reason it was perfect for writing in your diary,you rather to write things that make you funny or things non logicals,so the first thing you did at the moment of had arrived was that.

“ How could somebody have a name that means “alive” if his eyes doesn't show it?”

You read that again,it was the second time you wrote about him,one thing you never did in many time with someone.

You heard a noise from your phone,it was a notification from the lobby.

You heard a noise from your phone,it was a notification from the lobby.

“We noticed some issues at the moment to deliver boxes,if someone got a box that don't belong to them,return it to the lobby or to the correctly apartment ”

“Just after that happened? They are good for advising us” You said while you turned off your phone.

Even though each time you saw less that guy,each time he was more on your mind,it was so that sometimes you were out of it in class hours, you were thinking things like “i would see him today or not?” . He was just a normal guy,you talked to him twice and no more happened. Even your mind associated him to some stuff,for example; a bitter cake box,something with red and black,you wouldn't surprise if your mind associated Amazon to him at this point.

But the only thing that made you forget about Vivian,was Vivian,Adelai's little brother and the things he do,even the last thing Adelai told you about him was that he was reading a blank book,A BLANK BOOK. And although you barely imagined his little brother like Vivian,your neighbor,but then you remembered that he was black haired because of the photos Adelai showed you..

And talking about Adelai,like normally you didn't spend time with her while classes or something that involve don't be shared classes,the both of you went to places for talk and obviously spent time together. Until one day she invited you to her home.

Meanwhile you were getting ready you asked yourself of could be her home until you saw the address. Same building,one floor behind yours,apartment 512.

And suddenly,everything started to work; he was her little brother.

With nothing anymore to do, you got ready and rang the doorbell. You felt awkward because you were in your “crush’s” home, but at the same time you could feel at home because it was your friend’s house. Then the moment when she was going to tell you about her brother arrived.

“¿Do you wanna see my little brother?although I showed you photos of him in his childhood” Adelai asked you,obviously she doesn't know that you saw him twice,even though you tell her “yeppo”

Then when Adelai opened the door“you were who reported the box stuff?” The guy asked, or rather Vivian.

“What box are you talking about?” Adelai asked while she let you walk in.

“I'm talking to her,not you” he added

And instantly,just for a moment, you felt your heart beating out of the ordinary.

FINALLY I FINISHED😭😭

The difference is… noticeable.

And somehow that makes your face hotter than it should.

“Huh,” you say, way too quietly.

Sugawara hums like he’s considering something important. Then, gently, he shifts his hand so his fingers brush against yours—measuring without actually measuring, just feeling the comparison, then he gently takes your hand, lining up your palms. His hand is definitely bigger than yours, and your heart is in your throat.

“You’re smaller than I expected,” he says casually, like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.

Then he smiles. “It’s cute.”

You immediately regret everything.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He notices before you even say anything.

“You’re doing that thing,” Kuroo says, leaning back in his chair with that irritatingly confident grin. You pause, then look at him. “What thing?”

His eyes flickers to your hand. “The staring-at-my-hand thing.”

You scoff, but you’re already caught. “I’m not— I was just—”

“Curious?” he supplies, dragging the word out like he’s entertained by you already. Before you can escape the conversation, he leans forward, elbow on the table, and casually flips his hand palm-up between you both. “Go on then,” he says. “Compare.”

You hesitate for half a second too long.

That’s all he needs.

He shifts closer, resting his hand next to yours like he’s done this a hundred times just to mess with people. His fingers are longer, warmer, and annoyingly steady.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he says, watching your expression instead of your hands.

“I’m not thinking at all,” you lie.

“Sure,” he replies, smirking.

Then—just to make things worse—he lightly hooks his pinky around yours.

“Mine’s bigger,” he adds, smug as ever.

You immediately pull away, cheeks flushing. “I think it’s obvious enough without doing that.”

Kuroo laughs like he had just figured something out, and you already know from that grin that he really did.

Osamu Miya

It’s you who brings it up, in the middle of lunchtime, but only because the silence between you two feels too comfortable to waste.

“Let me see your hand,” you say suddenly.

Osamu pauses mid-bite of his onigiri.

He stares at you. “Why?”

“I just want to.”

That seems to be enough for him. He doesn't tease, nor comment on it. Osamu just sets his food down and holds out his hand like it’s nothing important.

You place yours beside it.

And immediately notice how small yours looks.

“…Huh,” you mutter.

Osamu glances down, then back at you. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… yours is kind of big.”

He shrugs. “I work with food all day. Prob’ly helps.”

You’re still staring when he turns his hand slightly, palm brushing yours—not dramatic, not teasing. Just aligning them properly like he’s actually trying to understand what you’re looking at.

His fingers curl once, absentminded.

Then he says, like it’s obvious: “Yours fits nice though.”

You blink. “What does that even mean?”

“It means what it means,” he replies, already reaching for his onigiri again.

But his ears are a little pink when he says it.

‎"she told me it's Christmas!" Fidgeting on a plastic spatula

‎"No I didn't! Papa she's lying" the other whined making those cute puppy eyes feign tears already crinkling

‎Sae sighed, rubbing his nose bridge out of both frustration and disbelief, although he should expect this, and maybe next time hide it inside a doghouse—or something atleast somewhere least obvious than stacking it around the Christmas tree

‎"Papa I made breakfast, look" she nudged the plastic steak on his lips with a grin

‎While you were still sleeping, he couldn't do anything except sit down with the twins playing kitchen pretending to sip on a cup of coffee

‎"this," he pauses, placing the plastic cup with a dull clink "is lukewarm, i prefer my coffee hot. 1 star"

‎The two giggled in unison, handing him out a menu after serving him weird food combinations, displaying giant B's and sentences gradually going up, if they had a guideline to write on, perhaps it wouldn't travel high up to the moon

‎a/n: I'm so invested w Sae having twins n stuff ESPECIALLY GIRLSSS , it looks a lil too cute ngl 🩷 heh and I also used cool dividers 😎

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‎Mlist

whatever, you grumble to yourself, pausing at an intersection. even after all this time of working here, the hallways still confuse you. you look at the map on your phone, something you've made a habit of keeping open after you got lost for the nth time, and scrutinised the passages. where was training room 7…?

"you look a little lost, miss manager." a familiar voice echoes through the hallway, and it makes you sigh with exasperation. unfortunately for you, you happen to know exactly who it is.

behind you stands michael kaiser in all his… well, you would say glory if you were as starstruck as you were when he first came to blue lock, but after dealing with him for those few months, he's more like an annoyance.

"lovely seeing you here, kaiser." your words drip with sarcasm, your face a clear indication that you are less than pleased about his presence.

"you're so cold. and here i thought we were friends?" kaiser teases, throwing his tattooed arm around your shoulders.

"we're about as much as friends as you and isagi are…" you huff, a pleased smile overtaking the frown when you see a dark look cross his face. isagi, you sure have no shortage of people out for your blood…

"anyway, what are you doing, looking so lost in your own facility?" he pointedly ignores the jab, choosing instead to annoy you relentlessly. first hugo, now kaiser, who's next, itoshi sae? all these new gen xis sure are pain in the asses!

"just trying to find a training room, you know how it goes." you show him the map, pointing at the room. he takes a look, squints, and then looks back at you.

"you know i can't read this, right?"

you look at the map again. it's all in japanese. oh…

"sorry…" and now you're both lost as you try to pull up the map with english. this really is your life, huh?

hugo had just finished some practice with loki and charles in one of the training rooms and stepped outside to refill his water when he heard two voices echoing through the halls of blue lock.

one was undoubtedly yours, he would know it just from the way you breathed, but the other was… male, and unfamiliar.

hugo deduced that it wasn't one of the japan players, you would be speaking in japanese if it was, and the accent from the male didn't sound french, so you weren't speaking to anyone from france, either…

quietly, hugo moved closer to where you and the mystery man were, hiding behind the wall. he could hardly make out what any of you were saying, catching the occasional english here and there, but not enough to understand the context. which, to him, kinda looked like…

no. he doesn't even want to think about it.

still, hugo can't help but take a very long peek at you. your back, and the man as well, was turned to him, his arm slung around your shoulders. upon seeing the blonde and blue strands of hair, hugo instantly knew who you were having this… rendezvous with.

(it should be him right there…!)

michael kaiser, a fellow new gen xi. he's heard of the german, with his strikingly fast swing speed, and hugo begrudgingly acknowledges his aptitude to be a striker. but what he does not acknowledge is how close he is to you.

he grimaces just imagining how close your faces are. your heads are practically touching from how close you're both looking at… whatever it is that you're looking at together, and it makes hugo feel hot.

this heat is vastly different from the one he usually feels with you. it is far from warm and comforting. no, this one feels like a fiery blaze, so much so his hand is holding the poor bottle even tighter than he ever would.

hugo closes his eyes and attempts to calm himself, breathing in, and breathing out. japan sure is hot in the summer, that's probably the reason why he feels like this, not to mention he was just training. yep, definitely the reason he feels like this.

(when he peeks back at you again, the fiery blaze comes back just like it never left.)

"how about i —" you start, but kaiser cuts you off. maybe he could learn a thing or two about listening to others…

"no, we are not telling anyone about this." about what, this rendezvous? hugo hopes, prays, even, that that wasn't what he was referring to. it couldn't be, right? surely loki and charles would've told him that you were a taken woman, let alone by michael kaiser of all people!

in hugo's little mental breakdown, he fails to process the words that follow after.

"do you want to stay lost forever?"

"no, but i'm not having people find out that i got lost! and this is all your fault, of course."

"what, are they going to leak it to the press that michael kaiser of the new gen xi can't read a map?" there's a short pause where neither of you speak, and then you snort.

"that would be a pretty funny headline, actually…"

hugo just mentally clocked back in and now he's about to clock back out again. what do you mean a funny headline? that yours and kaiser's relationship gets revealed??? he feels so lost.

"what the hell are you laughing at?"

"…nothing. anyway, i think i figured it out. the training room should be just ahead." hugo feels sick. you were going to a training room? with kaiser? just the two of you? just what on earth would you both need to be in the same room for?!

he has to put a stop to this madness. if there's anyone going into any room alone with you, it's him!

but how does he do it without sounding like a weirdo…?

the bottle in his hand makes a small wheezing sound. oh right, what he originally came to do.

hugo straightens his posture and takes a deep breath, before revealing himself from the corner. his steps are just a smidgen louder, boots clacking against the floor, as he walks to the water fountain as casually as he can.

"hey." he nods to you and kaiser, twisting the bottle cap open. you stare at him with what looks like confusion, while kaiser returns the nod. hugo's eyes linger on the arm still on your shoulder. "what are you guys doing in the hallway?"

"we just, uh, happened to see each other and got caught up talking about the neo-egoist league days!" you flounder with a shaky smile, eyes darting between him and kaiser.

hugo gives you a doubtful look.

you fold instantly.

"we're also lost…" kaiser scoffs and rolls his eyes, mumbling something about "folding under zero pressure" under his breath.

"ah, i see." suddenly, hugo's chest feels a lot lighter. he turns the tap off and twists the cap back onto the bottle. "do you need help?"

"i think we're fine… the training room is up ahead, if i'm looking at the map right." you gesture to one of the rooms while kaiser's eyes flit between him and you, arms now crossed over his chest.

"oh, i think i get it." kaiser grins, smirking. you look at him with what might as well be a question mark written all over your face, but all he does is continue grinning, and pats you on the back.

"hmm, i think i'll go on ahead. don't want to be caught getting lost with you again." kaiser turns around to leave, waving off with a flimsy wave of his hand. you're still standing in the same spot, confused and mildly worried about what that pat on your back meant.

hugo stares at kaiser's leaving back. was he that obvious? he thought he was being subtle…

"i'm sure you have training to get back to, uh, vivien, so i'll just go on ahead…!" you try to remove yourself from the situation, but hugo shakes his head in refusal.

"it's fine, i'm taking a break. i'll walk with you so you don't get lost." he leaves no room for argument, already standing next to you, waiting for your next move.

realising that you won't be able to shake him off, you deflate in acceptance and walk toward the supposed training room 7 you've been searching for.

lagging just a few steps behind, hugo watches you walk as though you flutter, like a shy butterfly. ah, he's been trying to find a word to describe you, and just watching you like this, it appears as though it was only waiting for him to make the connection. that's what you are to him — his papillon.

"thank you for coming with me, you really didn't have to…" you start, a nervous smile playing at your lips. your eyes are set on the ground, head hanging low, and hugo thinks you just look so adorable, it makes his chest heat up with the warmth he has come to associate you with.

"it's no problem," he replies, his hand subconsciously finding your chin to tilt your head up so he could see into your captivating eyes.

"and next time, you should let me know when you're lost. i'll come find you no matter where you are, and i'll lead you back to your flower, mon papillon."

(charles and loki had come out to see what was taking hugo so long to refill his water. what they didn't expect was to see him holding your chin like that.

who knew hugo actually had rizz?)

‎Nonetheless, the loudness can't compare to his two little bundles, (twins) of course he loves them unconditionally, in a way that any father would.

‎

‎except for one thing; that he has a habit of being around them while grumbling under his breath muttering that the two are annoying to be around with

‎

‎which by the way, when he's asked 'Do you love your kids?' he'd give that reporter an roaming eye head to toe as if he's assessing their worth to ask 'such a thing' "Of course I do, what makes you think that?" he'd reply back

‎

‎when he finally reached the nursery, the first thing he notices are the two flailing their fists into the air while wailing their lungs out

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‎thinking that 'Are they hungry?' or 'Did they wet themselves?'

‎

‎he scooped the two and began rocking them, more like bumping them up and down and making the two bawl— he genuinely didn't know what to do

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‎"Stop crying. it's a waste of oxygen."

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‎murmuring with a hushing tone, trying his best not to wake you up and take care of the two when he doesn't want you to be the only one doing the work

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‎but still, since it's his first time being a father of two, he had to discreetly buy and read a book about parenting or anything related to taking care a newborn; maybe not a newborn

‎

‎grabbing the bottle next to their cribs and feeding the first twin as he tries to calm the other

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‎soon enough; the wails had turned into a whimper and sniffles, Sae thought to himself that he'd done a good job before he gently but slowly place the bundle inside the crib

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‎and then heard the crying again, and the two—of course copy pasted the other, he couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation

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‎but seeing you lean on the doorframe was definitely the last thing he wants to see after whispering 'Go to sleep, I'll handle the two.'

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‎"Why aren't you sleep yet?"

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‎"Nothing, it's just that I'm still hearing a little crying; maybe you need a little help"

‎

‎he pauses, looking at the twin stirring in his arms then back at you— he spots that mask you put on when tired, but still pulling yourself up, he doesn't want that

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‎"The crying stopped 5 minutes ago, you're hearing echoes because you're exhausted. go to sleep."

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‎you curve a smile , the one that reaches your eyes, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder blade

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‎"I'll leave you to it then."

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‎when you finally left and clicked the door close, he opened the book that was propped against a cardboard box, this time following the instructions on how to rock a baby to sleep properly

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‎and finally after a few 30 ish minutes, he finally got the last twin to sleep; brushing the baby hairs on their forehead before leaving

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‎rewinding the time when someone suggested a caretaker—he wouldn't hire one to do the job, the idea never passed through his mind, knowing well he'd rather be exhausted taking care the twins than hand them to someone he doesn't know

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a/n: I like the idea of him being a father of two 🥹✌️ I MEANNN

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❋ Your movements are slow. Careful. Visibly painful.

❋ Meanwhile, Vivian Hugo has the audacity to look completely normal.

❋ Not a hair out of place.

❋ Not even breathing hard.

❋ Reading his stupid blank book.

❋ No one even says anything at first because they’re too busy staring.

❋ Because the contrast is actually insane.

❋ Then you lower yourself onto the bench like an 89-year-old war veteran easing into retirement, and the ENTIRE room goes pin-drop silent when you make the most miserable, wounded sound.

❋ Charles nearly chokes to death.

❋ “OH MY GOD.”

❋ “Shut UP,” you hiss immediately, face burning.

❋ Charles is cackling. Like full body, bent over, tears in his eyes, laughing because the pieces are connecting in real time, and he unfortunately loves being alive during moments like this.

❋ “NO, WAIT —” he’s pointing between you and Hugo like he’s discovered a conspiracy. “WAIT. WAIT. DID YOU TWO —”

❋ And Hugo, calm and unflappable as ever, actually says, “Yes.”

❋ The room EXPLODES.

❋ Because first??? That’s an insane answer???

❋ Second, he says it with absolutely no shame whatsoever while you’re silently praying for the ground to swallow you whole. 

❋ One of the goalies actually mutters “Jesus Christ” under his breath because now everyone and their mother knows why you’re moving like your bones are made of glass.

❋ The worst part is that you had been SO confident beforehand.

❋ Because yes.

❋ Hugo is tall.

❋ Yes.

❋ Hugo has abs.

❋ Yes.

❋ Hugo is built like someone sculpted a midfielder out of marble.

❋ And you’d apparently looked at him and thought: 

❋ How bad could it possibly be?

❋ The answer:

❋ Very.

❋ There had been joy initially.

❋ Pure joy.

❋ Excitement.

❋ Wonder.

❋ Scientific curiosity.

❋ Then, approximately several hours later that had transformed into horror.

❋ And with it, a dawning realisation.

❋ Because, unlike normal men, Hugo does everything with absurd commitment.

❋ Football.

❋ Training.

❋ Studying.

❋ Existing.

❋ And apparently —

❋ That too.

❋ Which is how you ended up in this situation: Standing there in borrowed clothes, clutching your phone like it’s life support and glaring absolute murder at Vivian Hugo while he calmly adjusts his gloves like he didn’t personally rearrange your internal organs twelve hours ago.

❋ “You could at least pretend to feel bad,” you grumble.

❋ Hugo blinks at you. Genuinely confused.

❋ “You said you could handle it.”

❋ Charles falls to the FLOOR.

❋ You look at Hugo with the betrayed expression of someone who’s been hit by a truck driven by a beautiful man.

❋ “I DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD THE STAMINA OF A MONSTER?!”

❋ The locker room goes dead silent again.

❋ Then three people start screaming at once.

❋ And even Julian Loki has to cover his face because this is the worst morning of his life.

❋ Meanwhile, Hugo STILL looks unbothered.

❋Which somehow makes everything worse.

❋ Because now everyone is realising that the terrifying stamina he has on the field apparently applies everywhere else too.

❋ Which is . . . 

❋ A horrifying revelation.

❋ “You are NEVER doing that again.”

❋ Hugo looks at you for exactly two seconds before saying, “That is a lie.”

❋ Charles makes a sound like a dying animal.

❋ And the worst part is that your face immediately gives you away because that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.

❋ The team starts booing violently.

❋ And by the end of practice, the entire French team has unfortunately come to the same conclusion: