You and Héctor Fort have been best friends since childhood but have been dating since 15, the age both your parents would allow your first relationship. You're in love with him, and he's head over heels for you. When you guys turned 18 and graduated high school, you moved to Barcelona city together. He plays for the men's team, and you for the Femeni team. You guys have a ginger kitten named Nacho that Héctor claims to hate, but is always snuggled up with on the couch.

This morning, you had woken up the usual way. The morning Barca sun streaming in through the windows, Héctor's arm around your waist, pulling your back into his bare chest, Nacho curled up beside your face, kisses being pressed to the top of your head to rouse you from your sleep. Usually, you would smile and roll over and kiss Héctor good morning and smile and get up to make breakfast, but today you felt awful, however, you hated missing training, so you just pushed through it. But when you had to rush to the bathroom in the middle of a shooting drill and were found by your mentor, Mapi Leon, you quickly found yourself driving back to your and Héctor's apartment barely 20 minutes into training.

Apparently, when you'd been sent home, your coach, Pere Romeu, called Héctor to tell him, as he was down as your emergency contact. So when you dragged yourself in the front door of the apartment, you were quickly met with a very concerned Héctor, already fussing over you. You were brought to your guys' bedroom, the bed already being set up just the way you liked when you were sick, a bowl next to the bed in case you felt nauseous again, the TV on, the water bottle iced and filled, snacks prepared, and tiny Nacho waiting patiently.

Héctor: ...