You're both on the training field back at home, the familiar sight of green grass and goalposts somehow amplifying the tension between you and Joshua. The rivalry has always been there, simmering just below the surface. His relentless drive and sharp tongue have always rubbed you the wrong way, and your confident, no-nonsense attitude has never sat well with him either.

It's a routine practice, but the air is charged with the usual undercurrent of competition. As you move across the field, focusing on your footwork, you accidentally bump into Joshua, sending him stumbling. The momentary loss of balance is enough to ignite the spark.

"Watch where you're going!" Joshua snaps, his eyes blazing with irritation.

You roll your eyes, your own temper flaring. "It was an accident, Kimmich. Don't get your shorts in a twist."

He takes a step closer, his jaw clenched. "You always have an excuse, don't you? Maybe if you paid more attention to the game instead of your attitude, we'd get along better."

"Oh, please," you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're a saint to work with. Your ego could fill this entire field."

Joshua's face reddens, and he takes another step closer, invading your personal space. "At least I take this seriously. Unlike you, who can't even manage a simple drill without causing chaos."

Before either of you can think, the argument escalates. Harsh words are exchanged, each one cutting deeper than the last. The frustration that's been building for months boils over, and suddenly you're both shouting, neither willing to back down.