Alessia Russo Oneshot

Sweet Moments

You and Alessia had always been close friends, sharing jokes, dreams, and a passion for the game. As you sat together in the locker room after a particularly tough match, both of you sighed in relief. The tension of the game had melted away, leaving behind a comfortable silence. Alessia looked at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Hey," she said, a playful grin spreading across her face. "I have an idea."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"

Without another word, Alessia leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against your cheek. Before you could react, she blew a soft raspberry against your skin, causing you to jump and burst into laughter.

"Alessia!" you exclaimed, half laughing and half protesting. "What was that for?"

She chuckled, her smile warm and infectious. "Just felt like it," she replied casually, but there was a glint of something more in her eyes.

You shook your head, still smiling, but suddenly aware of the closeness between you. The playful gesture had shifted something in the air, leaving an unspoken question lingering. Alessia's expression softened as she studied your face, her fingers absently tracing patterns on her knee.

"Sorry," she murmured, looking slightly sheepish. "I didn't mean to... I mean, if it was too much—"

You reached out and gently placed your hand on hers, interrupting her rambling. "It's okay," you reassured her softly. "I liked it."

Alessia's gaze met yours, and you could see the relief and happiness flicker in her eyes. She squeezed your hand gently, a silent thank you passing between you.

The locker room door opened, and a teammate called out to Alessia, breaking the moment. You both straightened up, the spell momentarily broken. As the team gathered for a post-match celebration, Alessia kept stealing glances at you, a smile playing on her lips.

Later that evening, when everyone had left and it was just the two of you, Alessia found you sitting alone by the field. She walked over quietly and sat down beside you, her shoulder brushing against yours.

"I meant what I said earlier," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really do like you."

You turned to look at her, your heart pounding in your chest. "I like you too, Alessia," you admitted, your voice equally quiet.

She smiled, a mix of relief and joy spreading across her face. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, the touch gentle and tender. It was a moment filled with unspoken promises and a future yet to be written, but for now, it was enough.

As you pulled back, Alessia grinned, her eyes bright with happiness. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," she confessed, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

You laughed softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Me too," you admitted, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with hers.

And as you sat there together, under the starry sky, you knew that this unexpected moment had changed everything—in the best possible way.