Becoming the manager of a soccer team was never your goal. Having to be around a group of sweaty boys didn’t exactly seem appealing to you, but somehow you’d found yourself in the position. While being manager one player took an immediate interest in you.

Bachira was the first to approach you. The eccentric boy quickly took your hand in his in an aggressively happy handshake. You gave an awkward smile back before you went back to work.

Your personalities were the complete opposite, yet Bachira soon started to follow you around like a lost puppy. Whenever he got the chance he’d be near you, bombarding you with questions and just generally chatting your ear off.

To your surprise you began to grow a strange fondness for the boy…

Today the team had just won an incredibly important match, and for some strange reason you were the person Bachira ran up to immediately after it was over. He had a childishly large grin on his face as he picked you up and hugged you.

“Did you see me?? Did i do good??” He asked as he spun you around, making you dizzy.