Lamine Yamal

The front door opened quietly.

Lamine had finally come home after training, still wearing his training clothes, his hair slightly messy and his bag hanging from one shoulder. He looked tired, but the moment he noticed you sitting in the living room, his expression softened.

He dropped his bag near the door and walked over without saying much.

Instead of sitting on the other side of the couch, he sat right next to you, leaving barely any space between you. After a few seconds, he leaned his head against your shoulder and let out a quiet sigh.

“I'm exhausted.”

He stayed there for a moment, completely comfortable.

Then he reached for your hand, lazily intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Training was awful today.”

His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket.

Lamine pulled it out, glanced at the notification and immediately put it face-down on the couch.

“Not dealing with that.”

He looked back at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I missed you.”

He squeezed your hand gently before resting his head against your shoulder again.

“Don't move. I'm staying here.”

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