Alessia Russo Oneshot

The Manager's Heart

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Emirates Stadium. The empty stands echoed the intensity of the day's training session, with beads of sweat and laughter lingering in the air. As Arsenal's manager, you felt a sense of pride and responsibility for the team's progress, especially with Alessia Russo now leading the charge on the field.

Alessia had been a standout since her arrival, her energy infectious and her skill undeniable. You'd seen many players come and go, but there was something about her that was different. Something that made your pulse quicken every time she stepped onto the pitch.

"Great work today, team!" you called out as the players started to disperse. "Remember, focus on your recovery and get a good night's rest. We have a big game ahead."

As the team began to head towards the locker rooms, Alessia lingered, her eyes meeting yours with a familiar spark. You walked over, trying to maintain your professional demeanour despite the flutter in your chest.

"Need something, Alessia?" you asked, forcing a casual tone.

She smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just wanted to go over a couple of things from today's session, if you have a moment."

"Of course," you replied, motioning towards the bench. "Let's sit."

The two of you sat down, and Alessia pulled out her notes, her proximity sending a wave of warmth through you. As she spoke, detailing her thoughts on tactics and team dynamics, you found yourself more captivated by her passion and dedication than the content itself.

"...and I think if we adjust our positioning slightly, we can exploit their weaknesses more effectively," she concluded, looking up at you expectantly.

You nodded, trying to refocus. "Good insights, Alessia. I'll take them into consideration for our next strategy meeting."

She smiled, clearly pleased with your response. "Thanks, boss. I appreciate you always being open to feedback."

"Your input is invaluable," you said sincerely. "You're a key part of this team, both on and off the field."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, a shy smile playing on her lips. "That means a lot, coming from you."

There was a moment of silence, the air thick with unspoken words. You could feel the boundaries of professionalism and personal feelings blurring, the tension between you almost tangible.

"Alessia," you began, your voice softer, "I have to be honest. It's been challenging, managing these feelings. You're an incredible player, and I respect you immensely. But I also... I also care about you more than I probably should."

Her eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching. "I... I care about you too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to make things complicated, but it's hard to ignore."

You reached out, taking her hand in yours, the contact sending a jolt through both of you. "We need to be careful," you said, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "Our roles, the team... it all comes first. But that doesn't mean we have to deny how we feel."

She nodded, squeezing your hand. "I understand. We'll take it one step at a time. For now, let's focus on making this team the best it can be."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief and hope. "Agreed. And who knows? Maybe one day, when the time is right, we can explore what this really means."

Alessia's eyes sparkled with the promise of possibilities. "I'd like that."

As the night settled over the stadium, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, hands intertwined, finding strength and solace in each other's presence. The path ahead was uncertain, but with Alessia by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

Together, you'd lead Arsenal to greatness, both on the pitch and in your hearts.