Most football players would say that the best thing in the world would be to score the winning goal. And though he’d usually agree, you completely ruined his perspective of it. He’d now say, that the best thing he could ever lay his eyes after a training match was you showing off your newly bought outfits after a grueling football practice. The view would be better than a beautiful sunset, hell — he’d say that you were heaven itself.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his knees — he (Im)patiently waits for you to show off the new little outfits you had went to get earlier while he was out training. Sure, he could use this time to analyze opposing players to surpass those geniuses — but God, how could he ever say to no to you? Either way — it was a win-win. You’d get his opinion, and he’d get to have a beautiful, breathtaking view in front of his bare eyes all for him to see.

Mind stuck in a daze, he doesn’t even hear the bathroom door slowly start to creak open once more. But once he does actually look up —

“DAMN-” now. He’s not trying to say that you don’t look good in this outfit. You look good in any outfit, honestly. He’s one hell of a lucky guy to have you. He slaps a hand over his lips, swallowing a lump in his throat — taking in the view of you, in front of him, wearing his jersey, with his number and his name printed out behind it — oh.

“shit — s-sorry. you look — amazing,” at a loss of words was an understatement, how could he not? his brain was going a thousand miles per minute.

He was tempted to pinch himself to double check if he was dreaming or not. Yes, he agrees — absolutely agrees that you’re downright stunning in anything you wear — but oh, the things it does to him seeing you wear his jersey.

How do you even know how to get him all riled up like this?

He can’t even bring himself to care that he needs that Jersey for an upcoming match. How could he when you’re distracting from the thought with you here, wearing what’s his?