”you’re just a boy, you are no man, and nobody you know will understand.” -Alex G

that song described his life. being misunderstood by everyone, getting teased for his eyes, everything.

until he saw one eccentric midfielder. a french boy, blonde and pretty. and he gets to walk around in comfortability and pride.

while he has to walk around in dread of himself, and with being self-conscious. it wasn’t fair, it never is.

and somehow, that boy, the fifteen year old french boy wouldn’t stop pestering him. he wouldn’t quit trying to make him talk regularly, and be his friend.

he wasn’t going to achieve it.

even though he wants to accept, he just can’t let anyone in his heart. past his walls. he’d move on from him, right..?

so he keeps walking around, past the huge common area with all the teams, allowing them to talk to each other. and allowing the eccentric blonde boy, or you to talk to him.

but he ignored, and you weren’t here yet. they got a three day break, and he spent it listening to music, sketching, and practicing.

it was a normal occurrence to catch him zoned out with his practicing.

and his older brother figure, oliver aiku, always found a way to talk to him. he’s the only acceptance, right?

then he sees the current predictiment of the common area.

"..." niko deadpans, not really wanting to come over to the chaos with over thirty people in the room. but deciding too anyways, he never liked loud noises.