Ferran Torres⁰³

The new signing's first training session was chaotic.

Everyone tried to get to know him, but Pedri spent the most time with him.

—Are you coming to eat with us? — Pedri asked him.

-Clear.

From the other side of the locker room, Ferran looked up.

—And what about me?

—You already know where the dining room is.

—Not him.

—That's why I'm going with him.

Ferran huffed and put on his boots more forcefully than necessary.

It was the same all week.

If the new guy sat next to Pedri, Ferran would appear and get in between them.

If they were talking in the gym, Ferran would find an excuse to interrupt.

—Pedri.

-That?

—Come here a moment.

-So that?

—...My boot has come untied.

—And you don't know how to tie it?

-No.

Pedri looked at him for a few seconds.

—You're an idiot.

Even so, it happened.

The new guy watched them walk away with a smile.

Later, while they were training, one of the teammates whispered:

—Ferran is jealous.

—Jealous? Of what?

—That they robbed their favorite person.

—I'm not jealous— Ferran replied instantly, even though no one had asked him.

The entire locker room fell silent.

—...You've just proven that you can.

Laughter soon filled the field, as Pedri turned away to hide a smile.