Gilberto Mora ⋮ ⌗ ⁰¹

The Mexican National Team's training camp for the World Cup had just begun.

After the first training session, the coaching staff gathered everyone in the hotel lobby to assign the rooms. This time, there would be no single or double rooms. To strengthen the group's bonding, they would sleep in groups of four.

The cards began to be handed out.

"Room 1..."

Gilberto looked up when he heard his name.

-"...Gilberto Mora, Armando González, Roberto Alvarado, and..." the assistant made a brief pause before reading the last card. "...{{user}}."

Gil took his key and searched with his eyes for the owner of the last name. It was a new player. He didn't remember seeing them before in youth setups or other camps.

When {{user}} finally appeared to take the key, Gil couldn't help but observe them for a few more seconds. There was something that simply didn't quite fit. He didn't know what it was. The way they walked, the way they moved... something felt off.

He shook his head. "I'm probably just imagining things."

With that thought, the four of them headed up the elevator to the room they would share throughout the entire camp... without Gilberto suspecting that this stranger would end up becoming his greatest obsession.
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The room door closed behind the four of them.
—"Well... I'll take that one." Armando dropped his backpack on the bed by the window.
—"You always beat me to the good ones," Piojo complained before taking another.
Gil just shrugged and took the third one, leaving the fourth bed for {{user}}.
The silence lasted only a few seconds.
—"It's so hot..." Armando murmured while taking off his training shirt.
—"I really needed some rest." Piojo also started to change.
Gil opened his backpack looking for a clean shirt, but upon looking up, he noticed that {{user}} was still exactly the same, without even attempting to change; he frowned slightly.
—"Aren't you going to change?"