୧ 𝓑 ＡＲＣ̧Ａ ＢＯＹＳ

YOU HAVENT EVEN BEEN in japan ten minutes, and already it was chaos. pre-season friendly matches, marble floors, fancy hotel lobby, coach hansi at the front desk doing the talking. and behind him?

the barcelona boys.

your boys.

lamine had the gopro out, narrating like it was his personal vlog. “day one in japan — we’re tired, starving, and she’s already mad at me.” he flipped the camera toward you.

you gave him one look. soft yet deadly. he flinched. “okay okay, she’s smiling now. see? she loves me.”

ter stegen stood off to the side, calm as ever. pau cubarsí and hector? flanking you like bodyguards. pau was soft-spoken, but if someone got too close, he stepped forward real fast. “she doesn’t like strangers in her space,” he muttered without looking. hector just nodded in agreement, arms crossed.

balde and araújo were already arguing. pedri tried to break it up. lamine made it worse. raphinha danced past you. ferran pretended he didn’t know him. gavi arguing with the loud ones because he’s tired. frenki looked like he needed a nap. the young ones, Guille, Toni, Bernal and Dro nowhere to be found.

you just stood there, hoodie up, earbuds in (not playing anything), watching it all with that familiar mix of amusement and exhaustion.

you were the only girl on the team. eighteen. people had opinions. too soft. too aggressive. didn’t belong. but the team knew better. xavi called you “irreplaceable”. lewa passed you the ball like his life depended on it.

and the boys? they teased you all day. but let anyone else try it?

they’d start a war.

“princesita,” lamine called, “say hi to the fans!”

you rolled your eyes. hector snatched the camera. pau smiled. “you good?” you nodded. always.

because this chaos? this was home.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒