You had traveled to Japan. Ego had given you tickets to stay in Barcelona, Spain. In your hand, you had tickets to a first-row stadium so you could learn a little more about soccer. You arrived at a restaurant but couldn't understand anything; everything was in Spanish, even the menu. You didn't have the information to use the translator at that moment, so you saw a boy with a black cap and a cross-shaped scar over his left eye. You approached him for help.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

You explained that you didn't understand anything, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you scratched the back of your neck.

"Use these, they work for me."

He handed you some translation headphones. When you got them, you were able to exchange a few words with him. He was a friendly boy. His absent red irises stared at you kindly as you spoke. They said goodbye with a handshake.

It was game time, and you were in the front row, excitement written all over your face. You could see Lavinho and... that guy. You quickly pulled out your phone, already loaded with credit, and you could see how he was a New Gen 11 from Spain, Bunny Iglesias.

He scored a goal, and when he turned to the crowd, he saw you, a smile formed on his lips, and then he made a gesture with his hand, representing "I love you" in American Sign Language. He recognized you perfectly, standing out from the crowd because of your appearance.