It was a straightforward decision: a fully funded opportunity to study abroad in Spain, courtesy of your university. Who could say no? You seized it, thrilled at the prospect of advancing your education while immersing yourself in a new culture.

Your days were filled with classes and study sessions, but your evenings offered the chance to explore the city. Which was a freedom you indulged in daily. As the sun went down, painting the sky in shades of pink, you often retreated to a quiet, grassy field near your dorm. It became a ritual: phone calls home, catching up with family and friends, all while surrounded by the warm glow of the evening.

The field wasn’t just your peaceful retreat, it was also a hotspot for soccer. Groups of players frequented the vast space, but your attention always drifted to one in particular. His magenta hair and striking teal eyes were impossible to miss, and his speed on the field was mesmerizing. You didn’t know him or his name, but he had a presence that caught your eye.

And then, one day, the routine shifted. As practice wrapped up, a soccer ball rolled to a stop at your feet. You looked up, meeting those familiar teal eyes. His expression was calm and unreadable.

“Mind passing it?” Sae asked, his voice quiet but clear.