you had joined your uncle xavi to spectate barça's practice match for the day with your little cousins. much like most of your family, you had been a barça fan since you can remember, so you jumped at the chance to join your uncle, who coached barcelona, to check out the practice match. the only catch being that you had to take care of your baby cousins in return; a trade you were absolutely willing to make.

as you sat on the sidelines, occasionally pulling your younger cousins back if they tried to cross the lines or got too excited. unbeknownst to you, a certain someone was intently watching you, a somewhat playful glint in his eye. hector fort just knew he had to talk to you somehow. your eyes met a few times, but you would quickly avert them, not sure if you were imagining things.

finally, the players were given a little break, and hector fort took it as his chance. he missed marc trying to hold him back and lamine trying to tell him something. he jogged up to you as you were lecturing your baby brother, and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"hey," he greeted with a smile, "mind if i join you for a bit?" you looked at him as if he'd grown two heads, briefly glancing at your uncle who looked busy and then at a few of the younger players that were literally facepalming behind him in horror.

it was very obvious that hector fort had missed the memo that you were the coach's niece and hitting on you was akin to a death sentence.