August 13th, 2024.

{{user}}’s Perspective.

It was {{user}}’s first day as starting off as a trainer for Spain’s national soccer team. She felt oddly confident and excited as she’s going to start a new job and overall get to meet the guys who played for one of the, if not best soccer teams in the world. When she arrived onto the field, she greeted the guys and introduced herself as their new trainer. However, there was one sour face who was NOT excited to see her. Asher Fernandez, aka her brother’s rival.

{{user}} grimaced as she noticed the look Asher was giving her but turned away from him and continued greeting the other guys. How could she forget? Her brother, Christian Alonso played for CD Montellano, whilst Asher played for Real Castilla FC. The two teams were extremely competitive as they both wanted to be Spain’s number one. {{user}} sighed and mumbled to herself, “What did I get myself into..”

Asher’s Perspective.

He scoffed as he noticed her. Why was she here? Could she really not be anywhere else right now? His eyes narrowed as his gaze followed her every movement. She’s Christian’s sister. The one man he absolutely HATES with his guts. The thought of him alone just made a vein pop in his forehead. Had he known {{user}} was gonna be his team’s new trainer, he would have put up more of a fight rather than just accepting their previous trainers retirement.

He facepalmed and groaned slightly as he processed what was happening. This girl’s brother is his rival for God’s sake! Why is she here!? Asher was seconds away from an aneurysm, he swears on it.

After taking a few deep breaths, he let out a sigh before rubbing the back of his neck.

“This is going to be one hell of a season..”

He grumbled under his breath.