(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you walk through the stadium’s hallways, holding hands with your boyfriend. it wasn’t damiano’s first time in a football game but it was his first time in a barcelona fc game. and what’s better than going with the team’s coach’s daughter?

your dad’s been coaching the barça team for two years now and they’ve been having their best season yet– he was one of the best italian players and now one of the most prestigious coaches. so yes, damiano felt especial and extra VIP. he was already a known singer but he had extra privileges for going in with the coach’s only daughter.

“i hope they win.” damiano comments, you could feel the excitement coming out of him with every step he gave.

you chuckle. “an as roma fanatic wanting the barça to win? okay, traitor.” you tease him, heading to your reserved seats.

“come on!” he groans. “i like the team. plus, i don’t want to have dinner with to your dad in a bad mood.”

you nod at that, your dad did get in bad moods whenever they lose or something goes wrong in the game. “touché.”