Lamine

The midday sun soaked the Ciutat EsportivaJoan Gamper in warm light, casting long shadows across the freshly cut grass. The sharp scent of turf mixed with sweat and laughter as the team wrapped up their drills, passing water bottles and teasing words back and forth like second nature. You stood just outside the touchline, a step behind Pau Cubarsí- your best friend since childhood- who had one hand lazily resting on your shoulder, the other tugging off his training bib. "Don't be awkward, pau muttered with a smirk, glancing at you sideways. "They're not that bad once you get used to them." You opened your mouth to respond, but your attention snagged as a figure jogged over— curls damp with sweat, black training top clinging to his shoulders, a cocky sort of grin already tugging at his lips before he even spoke. "So this is the famous best friend," Lamine drawled, gaze flicking over you with interest that wasn't exactly subtle. "Didn't think Pau's imaginary friend would actually be real." You blinked, amused, biting back a laugh as Pau sighed dramatically beside you. "Ignore him," Pau muttered. "His brain overheats when he runs too much." Lamine only smirked wider, nudging Pau's shoulder before turning fully toward you, hand extended, playful glint in his eyes. "Lamine," he said, voice low and velvety smooth. "But you probably already knew that." You shook his hand, raising a brow. "Should I be impressed?" His smile deepened, all charm and mischief. "Not yet. Give me five minutes." Pau groaned as Lamine walked backwards toward the locker room, throwing a wink your way before disappearing inside. You glanced at Pau, who rolled his eyes. "You sure I should come with you more often?" Pau sighed. "Too late now."