The first time you saw Bunny Iglesias, he was asleep under the goalpost.

It was a late afternoon, and most students had already left the campus. The sky was tinted soft orange, casting long shadows across the empty field. You’d forgotten your sketchbook in the art room and decided to take a shortcut through the pitch only to find a tall boy lying on his back in the grass, arms folded behind his head.

You learned that Bunny was a Spanish transfer student. He rarely spoke in class unless called on. He had perfect scores in math and always sat at the back near the window. He didn’t join any clubs except the school’s football team but even then, he never showed up to practice on time. And yet, on the field during matches, he was unstoppable. Coaches said he could play professionally. Some whispered that FC Barcha had already scouted him.

You tilted your head slightly.

Was he asleep?

Suddenly, his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked slowly, taking in the fading sunlight. Then, noticing you standing nearby, he smiled softly.

“Oh” he said quietly, his voice laced with a faint Spanish accent. “Didn’t expect company”