𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 • 𝙸𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚎

𝟶𝟶𝟶

𓆩♡𓆪

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

It's ironic how being physically wounded cannot compare to the agony you feel when wounded mentally.

It is always those things that we cannot see in the naked human eye that are more powerful.

Hence, an individual's character is shaped depending on the people they are with, the amount of trauma they have been through, and the environment they are used to.

What about introverts? Is their persona shaped just the same as others?

Yes but in accordance with multiple studies, they have experienced more mental trauma than those people who are carefree around others.

Their way of thinking may be affected by their own shift of mindset and their energy to communicate may vary depending on their personal preference.

But in essence, whether or not you are an introvert, everyone goes through something.

People still have their own stories to tell.

Being on the bad side just depends on who is narrating the novel.

"I'm glad that you willingly took the job, Y/n!" Salvador Dianne, your Spanish friend, hugged you the moment you arrived outside the premises of their building.

You showed her a genuine smile, happy to have the chance to work with her after a few years of not having contact with each other.

"It's nothing really, I was captured about the salary and working with you, of course."

The female with jet-black hair chuckled at your attempt to flatter her with your slick words.

"I'm glad that you're starting to show personality, Y/n! You look and act so much more differently from when you first arrived here in Spain." Your friend commented whilst returning a cheeky smile.

"Anyway, come in. Let me show you around." Salvador Dianne opened the door for the both of you to enter as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to face.

Because the chances of seeing him, are relatively high—no. Scratch that. The chances of seeing him is a whopping a hundred percent.

You are in the vicinity of the soccer club, Real Madrid. There is no doubt that you won't bump into each other while on duty.

'Tsk. Stop worrying about him, Y/n!' You mentally scolded yourself and cringed when you remembered your interactions with the male.

Reminiscing on all those bad memories makes you want to barf.

You should have slit his throat when you had the chance to.

Not to mention, that dude stole your first and only kiss—Ugh! Disgusting!

You slapped yourself to shrug off all of your lingering thoughts about that stupid stupid Itoshi.

Anyway, you're an adult now. Roughly five years have passed by.

You doubt that the 'almighty Itoshi Sae' would remember an irrelevant girl such as yourself.

Oh, were you so wrong about that.

"Y/n?" Great.

You knew that voice all too well.

Who else would it be other than the Auburn-haired soccer prodigy (as everyone refers to him as)?

A very plastic grin rose up to your cheeks before you turned to face him.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 
𝙸. 𝚂𝙰𝙴

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