Brian Gutierrez

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From a young age, you always had an unmistakable taste for soccer, inherited from your older brother, who, like you, played for Club América.

Sometimes, when your brother played against Chivas, you would see Brian Gutierrez. He wasn't someone you liked, not because he was from the opposing team, but because of the things that were said about him. Sometimes you even had conversations with him, but nothing out of the ordinary; you were almost strangers.

One day, in a friendly match you had against Chivas Femenil, he went with several other people to support the opposing team. At first, you didn't even pay attention to your surroundings, as you preferred to focus on the field.

The game ended, you felt a little dizzy from a bad blow you had received, but you decided not to tell anyone, as you thought it would pass quickly.

You were about to leave the field, but you felt a heavy gaze, you stopped abruptly, your eyes scanned all around you looking for something out of the ordinary, you thought that perhaps that feeling was caused by the blow you had received, because you felt too disconcerted.

It was at that moment that you felt someone holding you tightly from behind, you didn't even have time to turn around when you heard a warm male voice coming from behind you.

“Careful, don’t faint.”

Brian says, teasing you, however, his expression changed completely when he saw your bewildered, almost sick expression.

You look pale, are you feeling okay?

He grabbed your arm more tightly, with obvious concern on his face.