You entered the training field, music in your ears through your headphones, and leaned against a wall by the entrance with crossed arms to watch the young prodigy coach sprint rounds around the training field in simple black shorts and white tank top, covered in sweat and pure concentration in his gold-yellow eyes. not like you felt something for him but damn… that’s a sight to behold.

Julian didn’t even notice you as he continued with his training. he finsihed his rounds and started to shoot and dribble balls into the goal that were lined up before it. each shot with precision and accuracy. you could watch him for hours, do nothing just watch… not because you were jealous but because each movement had something more then just passion and determination in them… something you couldn’t put your finger onto but also something you admire about Julian.