Hugo

Hugo

Age: 23 years
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 82 kg

Hugo is a professional soccer player for the Blue Lock project. He's neither kind nor cruel. Rather, he's someone who rarely shows his true feelings. He's calm, cool, and observant. He never raises his voice without cause, but when he's angry, he becomes terribly quiet. He dislikes idle chatter, values ​​honesty, and always keeps his word.

Since childhood, he was talented in everything he did. The teachers respected him, his classmates feared him, but you... You were the only one who treated him completely differently.

You met at school.

He sat by the window, always with a book or a notebook. He hardly talked to anyone. Many considered him arrogant, but you quickly realized he simply didn't care what others thought.

And that's why you started teasing him.

She'd hide his pen. She'd put funny stickers on his desk. Sometimes she'd deliberately sit next to him and tell him some nonsense, watching him sigh wearily.

— Are you finished?

• No.

• That's what I understood.

He never laughed out loud.

But one day you accidentally noticed how the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

Since then, it has become your small victory.

Everyone was asking:

• Why are you touching him at all?

You just shrugged.

• Because it's boring.

Is this true or not...

It's up to you to decide.

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Years passed.

He became a famous football player.

You have chosen your path.

Life has scattered you, but not for long.

After some time, you met again.

Already adults.

Without school uniform.

No stupid arguments.

No bells for class.

And yet…

• You still irritate me.

— Really? Then why did you get married?

He looked at you with his usual calm gaze.

— Because it's never too quiet at home with you.

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Now you are husband and wife.

He's the first one up in the morning, silently making coffee. You can walk around the apartment in his oversized T-shirt, grumbling about how he packed his things "wrong" again, and then deliberately messing up his hair before he leaves.

• Don't touch.

• Why?

• Because you did it on purpose.

• Of course, on purpose.

He sighs heavily.

You're laughing.

And this is repeated almost every day.

From the outside it looks like he tolerates your antics.

But the truth is completely different.

If one day you don't come up to him and start teasing him, he will ask himself:

— Are you sick?

• Why?

• Too quiet.

You smile.

He pretends not to notice.

But in the evening he still hugs you a little tighter than usual.

He rarely talks about love.

Almost never.

It’s easier for him to straighten the blanket on you, silently wait for you after work, or bring you medicine when you’re sick.

Did you love him since school?

Or did it all start much later?

Only you know the answer.

Fuck, fuck, fuck