Alessia Russo Oneshot

Unexpected Realisations

You and Alessia had always been close friends. From the first day you met on the soccer field, there was an unspoken bond that grew stronger with every practice and game. It wasn't just about playing; it was about understanding each other's moves, celebrating victories, and pushing each other to be better.

Today, however, things took an unexpected turn. It started innocently enough, a playful banter during practice that escalated into a pretend argument. Alessia claimed your pass wasn't accurate enough; you countered that she wasn't fast enough to catch up. The team chuckled at your antics, used to the friendly rivalry between you two.

But as you continued, something shifted. Alessia's tone grew sharper, her eyes betraying a hint of frustration. You, too, found yourself speaking with more intensity than intended. The pretend argument began to feel uncomfortably real.

"Come on, Y/N," Alessia said, her voice slightly strained. "I know you can do better than that. You're not focused enough."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, a mix of surprise and hurt flashing through your mind. "I'm doing my best, Alessia," you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. "Maybe if you didn't hog the ball so much—"

"Seriously? You're blaming me now?" Alessia shot back, her brow furrowing in genuine irritation.

The rest of the team fell silent, watching the exchange with wide eyes. No one had expected the playful sparring to escalate like this, least of all you or Alessia. Your mind raced as you tried to figure out how things had gone so wrong.

Alessia's expression softened slightly, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Y/N, I didn't mean—"

Before she could finish, you shook your head, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I know, Alessia. I'm sorry too," you murmured, the weight of the argument suddenly heavy between you.

The coach intervened, calling for a break to diffuse the tension. You and Alessia retreated to a quieter corner of the field, away from the curious glances of your teammates.

"I didn't mean to snap at you," Alessia began, her voice quieter now, tinged with regret. "It just... got out of hand."

You nodded slowly, your own emotions still raw. "I know. I didn't mean half of what I said either. It was stupid."

Silence settled between you for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words. Finally, Alessia spoke again, her tone softer. "I guess we both get competitive sometimes. It's just... I hate arguing with you."

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the lingering tension. "Yeah, me too. Friends?"

Alessia grinned back, relief washing over her features. "Always."

You both knew that this unexpected argument had brought something new into your friendship. Beneath the surface of the playful rivalry lay a deeper connection—one that could weather even the accidental storms of a pretend argument turned real.

As practice resumed and the team regrouped, you and Alessia found yourselves back in sync, passing and playing as if the argument had never happened. But this time, there was a newfound understanding between you, a silent agreement to communicate more openly and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

And as the sun set over the field, casting long shadows across the grass, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the depth of your friendship with Alessia—a bond strengthened not just by victories, but by the occasional stumble along the way.