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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, and luna was back behind the lens, weaving her way around the training ground like she'd never left. camera strapped across her chest, hair pulled into a loose braid, she could feel the familiar hum of the lads' energy as they geared up for their bout against brighton.
they were like overgrown children, tall, athletic, and somehow incapable of resisting a bit of chaos, and luna, as always, found herself smack in the middle of it.
still, underneath the noise, there was the quiet thrum of tension that had nothing to do with football. jordan's agreement to give her what she'd asked for hadn't erased the undercurrent between them. if anything, it lingered heavier, threaded into every glance, every pause.
she'd barely stepped onto the grass when it happened.
"luna!!"
she didn't even have time to brace herself before andrew and trent came charging like a pair of runaway bulls.
"oh no ...." she yelped, but they'd already sandwiched her in a bone-crushing group hug.
"let go of me, you idiotas, i need to breathe!" she laughed, struggling half-heartedly against them.
"nah, you've been gone too long, lunita," trent grinned, still holding tight.
"aye, can't just waltz in without a proper welcome," andrew added, swaying them all side to side. "you're lucky we dinnae chuck ye in the ice bath."
"you wouldn't dare," she shot back, laughing but kicking at his shin.
james, passing by with a bottle of water, gave them a mock-stern look. "hey, let her go, you children. she's here to work, not to get broken before kickoff."
reluctantly, trent and andrew let her go, both grinning like they'd just gotten away with murder. she was still catching her breath when her eyes flicked up, and there he was.
jordan.
he was standing a few yards away, one hand tucked into the waistband of his training shorts, the other holding his bib. the lads around him were chatting, stretching, but his gaze was on her. he gave a small smile, restrained, careful.
she returned it, equally subtle.
of course, subtlety didn't last long.
"ohhh, look who's here..." andrew sing-songed, and before she could stop him, he broke into a loud, horribly off-key rendition of taylor swift's love story.
"we were both young when i first saw yaaa..." he bellowed, using an imaginary microphone.
trent instantly joined in, harmonising badly. "i close my eyes... and the flashback starts..."
