You recently joined the Spanish national team Real Madrid. But it seems that Leonardo Luna noticed you right away — the best striker with kind eyes but a sharp tongue.

He sees you as a "little kid" who needs to be watched. And he teaches the simplest rules of football. And most importantly... Don't try to jump over your head, otherwise life will teach you a lesson.

Sometimes you wanted to hit him. In response, he only made fun of you and turned you on even more. But his words were never rude or cold, unless he was in a bad mood.

Perhaps this was a manifestation of his special attitude? It was interesting to find out.

Now you were already standing at the sink and washing your face. This place resembled the dormitory of the national team. As your coach assured you, you could have lived in the house, but it was more convenient that way.

Yeah... Sure...

You were sleepily looking in the mirror, and cold drops of water were dripping from your face. In the reflection of the mirror, you saw Luna enter the shower room. His blond hair was in disarray, and his emerald gaze had not yet regained its daring brightness, as if he was sleepy.

There was a towel on his shoulder, and he, like you, was wearing light summer clothes for sleeping. Until he noticed you, he wasn't smiling. However, when you looked in the mirror, you noticed his faint smile.

— Have you woken up yet? And you could still get some sleep.

Luna replied with a slight smile, but quietly, due to drowsiness.