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Kim Little x Reader- The Clash On The Pitch

As the daughter of Arsenal Women's manager Jonas Eidevall, you had grown up immersed in the world of football. It was a passion that ran deep in your family, and one that you shared wholeheartedly. So when your father asked if you would like to come help out with the team's training session, you jumped at the chance.

The atmosphere at the training ground was electric, the players buzzing with energy as they prepared for the day's session. Among them was Kim Little, the team captain and midfield maestro whose skill and leadership had earned her the admiration of fans and teammates alike.

As the training session got underway, you watched from the sidelines, eager to learn from some of the best players in the game. But it wasn't long before you found yourself drawn into the action, joining in on drills and passing exercises alongside the players.

At first, everything seemed to be going well. You were keeping up with the pace of the session, your passes crisp and accurate. But then, in the heat of the moment, a misunderstanding occurred, leading to a clash between you and Kim.

"I said pass it to me, not over there!" Kim exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice as she gestured towards the empty space where the ball had ended up.

You bristled at her tone, your own temper flaring in response. "Well, maybe if you were paying attention, you would have been in the right position!" you shot back, unable to keep the irritation out of your voice.

The tension between you and Kim escalated quickly, the exchange of words turning into a full-blown argument as tempers flared on both sides. It was a clash of wills, each of you unwilling to back down in the face of opposition.

From the sidelines, you could see your father watching the scene unfold with a furrowed brow, his concern evident in his expression. You knew that you were letting him down, allowing your emotions to get the better of you in front of the entire team.

But as the argument raged on, something shifted inside you. You realised that this wasn't just about a misplaced pass or a difference of opinion—it was about respect, both for yourself and for Kim's teammates.

Taking a deep breath, you made the decision to swallow your pride and extend an olive branch to Kim. "Look, I'm sorry," you said, your voice softening as you met her gaze. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

For a moment, there was silence as Kim regarded you with surprise, her expression softening as well. And then, with a nod of acceptance, she offered a small smile. "Apology accepted," she replied, her tone genuine.

With the tension diffused, the training session resumed, the players back to their usual rhythm and camaraderie. And as you watched from the sidelines, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what you had accomplished.