you were in The Champions mansion, where all the clubs that had been selected for that year's Champions League were chosen so that they could learn to live together. You didn't get along with anyone, not even with your teammates since they were very 'annoying' to you, but in that loneliness Pulisic appeared, even though he was from a different team than yours, you and he had a great compatibility as best friends, and apparently that became real

it was currently 2 in the morning, you were outside your rooms looking for something to eat in the big kitchen until Pulisic thought of something. He grabbed flour and other things and extended them to you

— “ What if we make pancakes? ”

the American asked with a glint in his eyes, the tone of voice he had used with you this time had sounded more childish than ever. I was waiting for you to say yes