𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, pedri

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In the middle of the training ground, Xavi's voice echoes across the field, directing the team through rigorous exercises.

The relentless Barcelona sun casts a warm glow on the pitch as the players, including myself, push through each drill, the ball dancing at our feet.

I'm freaking exhausted and it's clear that everyone else feels the same. Though no one will admit it and we're all going to fight through it.

Except maybe Ansu, that guy is dead on the floor after Xavi specifically wore him out for his performance last time.

He wasn't exactly bad, it's just he wasn't playing his best. And FC Barcelona will not tolerate players who do not give it their all anymore.

Poor guy, though. He seems like he's going to die.

Frenkie shares a nod of approval after a well-executed play. The camaraderie in the team is palpable as we strive for perfection under the watchful eyes of the coaching staff.

The training session concludes with a final whistle, and we gather near the goalposts, sweat glistening on our foreheads.

I turn and see Ansu still dead on the floor. I don't think he's getting up anytime soon.

Coach congratulates us on the success that was today's training before letting us go.

Now, in the locker room, the air is thick with the scent of hard work which means it stinks sweat. I peel off my soaked jersey, the fabric clinging to my skin.

The room buzzes with conversation as my teammates discuss the day's performance and share tactical insights.

The cold shower I take offers a brief respite from the intensity of the training. The water is refreshing, washing away the exhaustion and leaving a lingering sense of accomplishment.

The sound of laughter and banter fills the space, a testament to the bond forged on the field.

I wonder how Ansu's doing.

Toweling off, I catch glimpses of Jules, the two Joao's, Marc Guiu and Ale engaged in a conversation. The camaraderie extends beyond the pitch, it's clear.

"Anyone checked on Ansu?" I yell, getting dressed.

The group, who were in the middle of a heated conversation, cut themselves off to answer me. "We sent Lamine out to go check on him." Alejandro answers.

I chuckle and nod before they get back to their conversation. I notice Pablo in the corner of my eye, just coming out of the shower.

He's headed towards my direction, our lockers being separated by Ferran's, who's nowhere to be seen. I leave my hand out for him to high five as he walks past.

"What're you up to, tonight?" I ask as we simultaneously get changed. I'm basically done but he's just gone out of the shower so I'm gonna be waiting for him.

As he puts his shirt over his head, he answers. "Me and Isa are going out."

"Date?" I don't know why I'm prolonging this conversation. But, Pablo has never had a real girlfriend before and he used to be oh so lonely. It feels good now that he has my sister.