WOSO Oneshot

Guro Reiten x Reader- Tangled Hearts

The training ground was alive with the sounds of football—whistles blowing, balls thudding against the ground, and teammates calling out to each other. Amidst the chaos, you found yourself paired with Guro Reiten, the talented midfielder whose skill on the pitch was matched only by her warmth off it.

As the two of you worked through drills together, you couldn't help but notice the way Guro's hair danced in the breeze, golden strands catching the sunlight in a dazzling display. But as the session progressed, it became increasingly clear that her hair was becoming more of a hindrance than a blessing, getting tangled with every movement.

"What happened to your hair?" you finally asked, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

Guro chuckled sheepishly, running a hand through her locks in frustration. "I may have forgotten to tie it back before training," she admitted, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

You couldn't help but smile at her admission, finding the sight of Guro flustered strangely endearing. Without hesitation, you reached into your bag and pulled out a hair tie, offering it to her with a grin.

"Here, let me help," you said, motioning for her to turn around so you could gather her hair into a neat ponytail.

Guro complied, her movements fluid as she turned to face away from you. You gently gathered her hair in your hands, fingers deftly working through the tangles as you secured it in place with the hair tie. As you worked, you couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her hair, the scent of her shampoo filling your senses.

"There," you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. "All fixed."

Guro turned to face you, a grateful smile spreading across her lips. "Thank you," she said, her voice warm with appreciation. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The sincerity in her words caught you off guard, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. You had always admired Guro from afar, but in that moment, you felt a connection between the two of you that went beyond mere friendship.

Before you could dwell on the feeling any longer, the coach called for the end of training, signalling the time to head back to the locker rooms. As you and Guro made your way off the pitch together, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you, a silent understanding that spoke volumes without a single word being spoken.

And as you walked side by side, the sun setting in the distance, you knew that whatever the future held, you were grateful to have Guro by your side—tangled hair and all.