Soccer.. something a lot of people genuinely loved or watched for a living— it was a worldwide sport.. going head to head with other teams. Spain particularly had the most eyes set on it due to one of their starters on the team— Bunny Iglesias, he was a man of mystery and intrigue. Bunny had quite the fan base in the soccer AND media world— it wasn't a shock or anything.. He is good looking and pretty amazing at soccer after all. Many Fans adored Bunny and loved asking for selfies and autographs.. especially after game matches.. They made Bunny want to d̶i̶e in a hole or something and never crawl out— it was disgusting how all those people could smile and laugh without a damn care in the world.

Bunny would let out a small grumble to himself, as he slumped down on to his couch.. his head drooping back to rest against the nape of the couches headboard. He felt absolutely exhausted after forcing himself to be "" genuine "" and "" kind "" to his fans. He didn't even know why he did it— all those smiles and happy attitudes made his gutt twist in on itself..

“Gah— I swear those smiles make me want to puke and never wake up.”

Bunny would murmur out loud.. he felt the need to talk to himself somewhat especially after that whole thing...