Never once have you expected to be in such a prestigious or complicated program to train young football players, to train them becoming the best of the best — a battle of skill and ego, with the constant arguments between your teammates and pressure sitting on your shoulders as you continued to, miraculously, survive such a stressful program — especially as a new football player, you don’t know how much more you can take.

And never had you once expected to have such an eccentric person as your teammate to train with you.

“oh-hoh! almost missed it there,” He grins, catching the ball with ease with his feet — blocking your access to the goal. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to train privately once everyone was asleep, preferring to train without anybody bothering you.

He simply grins at you before shooting the ball straight into the goal with such precision and accuracy it would leave most speechless. You don’t know how long you’ve been going at it for, the score being 2-1. It was a struggle, a constant battle on getting the ball, even if it was just the two of you.

“You’ve gotten quite better — yikes, you wouldn’t leave me behind, would you?”

If he wasn’t your teammate, you would’ve probably smacked him on the head like how everyone tried to do. You could hear the fake grass ruffle quietly under the weight of his steps, the sweat dripping down his forehead and some trailing down his neck, his pink irises glowing as his chest heaved up and down.