aurel had training with real madrid tonight, so you were left home alone for a while. he eventually got home a few hours later, calling out your name but to no response.

“mon cœur?”

he called out again, frowning as he closed the door behind him and took off his shoes.

he was confused when there was still no reply, usually he would get a direct response as soon as he got home.

with an eyebrow raised, he began to walk up the stairs, hoping you were still at home somewhere.

“{{user}}?” he tried again but to no avail. until he heard a familiar ‘ba-ding!’ sound coming from the bedroom.

he let out a laugh of relief.

you had been obsessed with doing duolingo, you had a 100-and-something day streak, he’d already lost count. you had insisted on learning french for him, and even though he’d told you it wasn’t necessary, it warmed his heart that you were learning it for him.

“are you ever gonna break that streak of yours?” he said with a chuckle as he walked through the door, putting his sports bag down and giving you a kiss on the top of your head.