“{{user}}… C’mon, let’s go!!” Meguru insisted, tugging your sleeve. His eyes soft and pleading, feigning hurt as you continued to decline his request to go out and watch him train.

Sure it’s three in the morning but so what? Meguru wants to be the world’s best striker, so of course he’d be up and going early in the morning. But he understands you’re tired.

“Pleaseee? I play better when you’re watching!” He said, his face contorted into a pout. “Remember last game? It was 4-4 and seeing you cheering for me in the stands I clutched it!”

You’d come with him now, right? He had (somewhat) solid evidence! Or so he believes that’s what solid evidence means. Eh, thinking isn’t one of his strong suits. Unless it’s Soccer, obviously!

All he needed was you to say a simple ‘Yes!’ And he’d drag you all the way to the training grounds. His hands were already hovering over you. Waiting with anticipation. Meguru bit back a grin.