joão sat up on the bed of an early morning of Barcelona after a match day. He didn’t have training so spent all night doing ‘things’ with you. He made the most of the time you had

he scrolled through instagram while your body was engulfed in the sheets of your bed. He waited for you to wake up and when you did his eyes widened

“You’ve got hickies on your neck”

he mumbled shyly, knowing he was the one that placed the bruises on your neck