Alessia Russo Oneshot

Look What I've Done for You

You had always admired Alessia Russo from afar, watching her effortless grace on the soccer field, her determined spirit evident in every match she played. As a fellow athlete, you often found yourself mesmerised by her skill and dedication. However, you never imagined that your admiration would lead to anything beyond silently cheering her on from the stands.

Yet here you were, standing in front of her, nerves twisting in your stomach as you held out a carefully wrapped package. Alessia raised an eyebrow, her expression curious but guarded. She took the package from your hands, fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting moment that sent a shiver down your spine.

"What's this?" she asked, her voice soft yet tinged with curiosity.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "It's... something I made for you," you replied, hoping that your voice sounded steadier than you felt.

Alessia's gaze softened as she carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was a handmade scrapbook, filled with moments captured from her soccer career: newspaper clippings, photographs of her in action on the field, and even sketches of her celebrating victories. You had spent countless hours putting it together, pouring your admiration for her into each page.

Her eyes widened slightly as she flipped through the pages, her expression transitioning from surprise to something you couldn't quite read. Finally, she looked up at you, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You made this for me?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of relief that she didn't seem repulsed by your gesture. "Yeah. I wanted to show you how much I admire your dedication and talent. You're truly inspiring."

Alessia closed the scrapbook gently, holding it against her chest as if it were something precious. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what to say."

You shrugged nervously, suddenly unsure of yourself. "You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know."

For a moment, silence hung between you, the weight of unspoken emotions settling in the air. Then, Alessia took a step closer, closing the distance between you. "No one's ever done something like this for me before," she admitted, her gaze meeting yours with a vulnerability that took you by surprise.

Heat rose to your cheeks, your heart pounding in your chest. "I... I'm glad you like it."

Alessia smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that made your heart skip a beat. "I do. And I appreciate it more than you know."

In that moment, you felt a connection that went beyond admiration or fandom. It was a shared understanding of passion and dedication, of finding inspiration in someone who embodied everything you admired. As Alessia tucked the scrapbook under her arm, you couldn't help but hope that this was just the beginning of something more.

"Would you... like to grab coffee sometime?" Alessia asked suddenly, her voice tentative but hopeful.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by her question. Then, a smile spread across your face, matching hers. "I'd love to."

And as you walked away together, you couldn't help but think that perhaps, you had done something right by showing Alessia Russo just how much she meant to you.