You could still remember the person he was before becoming the now-famous Bunny Iglesias.

You knew the kid before he transformed into the professional footballer he is today.

You clearly recalled those afternoons playing football in the dusty streets, using backpacks as makeshift goals. Bunny always insisted you play on his team, and every time you scored, he’d give you a high five that left your hand burning.

But years passed, and life took you down different paths. You had to focus on your studies and work, traveling from country to country; while he became Bunny Iglesias, the rising football star.

At first, you texted to each other frequently, but the conversations became more sporadic, and gradually, you almost lost touch.

Until that night.

The stadium was packed, and the energy from the crowd practically vibrated in the air. Everyone was shouting “Bunny” every time he approached the goal.

You had arrived with Lavinho, who took you straight to the bench so you could watch the match up close.

You hadn’t said a word to Bunny, and neither had he. Maybe he wanted to surprise him … or maybe he knew the reaction would say more than any heads-up.

Bunny was on the field, fully focused on the match. His gaze was locked, body moving constantly, legs reacting with mechanical precision, and Lavinho providing the assist for the first goal.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and his teammates came over to celebrate. Bunny high-fived them, smiled, and struck an iconic pose for the cameras, but his coach’s call from the bench snapped him out of his trance. At first, he didn’t notice, or maybe thought it was just an illusion.

But when he blinked a couple of times and realized he wasn’t going crazy…

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It wasn’t an illusion, you were there, standing next to the coach, with that smile he hadn’t seen in years.

Bunny didn’t know what to do at that moment. He didn’t think about cameras, photographers, or protocols. He just ran while people watched, and the camera broadcasting to the giant screen followed him as the commentators expressed their surprise.

But he had only one goal. When he reached you, he didn’t say a word. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you like you were a little kid again.

“¡Estás aquí!” he said, voice heavy with emotion, holding you tight against his sweat-drenched body, the match still going on, as he buried his urge to cry into your shoulder.

He couldn’t believe you were really there… and the worst part was that the game was still on.

He pulled his face from your shoulder and looked into your eyes. He gently lowered you back to the ground and cupped your cheeks with his sweaty hands, forgetting the sweat as he was lost in a trance. His crimson eyes sparkled once again as they locked onto yours.

“I missed you so much...”

His team shouted from afar, and just then, Lavinho appeared, placing a firm hand on Bunny’s shoulder with a big grin.

“Hora de volver al partido,” he said in heavily accented Spanish.

The game… right… it was still going on…

Bunny bit his lower lip and muttered a drawn-out “Joderrr…” while exhaling dramatically. Even the coach was calling him back onto the field.

Bunny closed his eyes and buried his face in your hair one last time, savoring it like the fresh water he so desperately needed, then looked back up at you.

But there was Lavinho, practically dragging him away from you. "Bora, anda logo, namoradinho."

“I’ll win this match for you, okay? Keep your eyes on me.” Bunny shouted as he was pulled back onto the pitch.