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From a young age, (L/n) (Y/n) was a fairly normal kid. He was sociable, as most kids were. Being an only child, he didn't have any kids his age around growing up, so when he got to kindergarten he took every chance he could to make friends. Even if the friendships didn't last, he played with them for years, and had fun. He played on the play-structures in his school, he played make believe, but his favorite to play was football.
He loved the thrill of it all. The feel of the wind in his (h/c) hair, hearing the fake grass crunch beneath his feet, and most of all being able to win! It was where he showed off some of his greatest skills, it was everything to him.
He stuck with football for years, he would play with his friends and practice any time he could. And when he turned 9, he got the courage to ask his mom if he could join a real team.
He stood in front of his mothers bedroom door. 'Okay, I can do this, why would she say no? I don't think she will, mom is too nice!' He thought as he knocked on the door. He heard a faint "Come in!" from the other side, and opened the door.
"Hey mom, I have a question." "What's up sugar?" His mom said, smiling while she folded some clothes. He stood in the doorway with his hands behind his back, slightly nervous. She looked down at him to see his nervous stance. "Are you alright sweetheart?" She took a break from folding clothes to watch her son. "I think.... um... Do you think I could join a team? For football?"
She looked at him for second, watching his facial expression, when suddenly her eyes glowed with excitement, happy her son finally decided to take it seriously. "Of course! You're amazing, (Y/n). You're gonna be carrying that whole team on your back I just know it." She says in a teasing, but hopeful tone. She kneeled down to hug the boy. "I'll do some research on teams, and we'll get you on one by next season, okay?" "Thank you, thank you!" He said, leaving his moms embrace to jump with excitement. He laughed with his mom for a moment. "I love you! I'm gonna go practice so I can outshine them all!!" He yelled as he ran to his room.
He was ecstatic, he had been playing for so long, and now he'd finally get to show his skills to the world. 'I wonder if I'll meet someone as good as me!' He thought, putting on his outdoor shoes. 'Eh who am I kidding, I'm awesome! It'll take a long time to find someone on my level.' He thought with a confident smirk.
1 year later...
(Y/n) was kicking around his ball in his school's field. Even with after school practice, he spent all his weekends training to get better.
"Hey! Could I play with you?!" He turned around to see a boy running toward him. He looked his age, albeit much shorter, with dark brown hair. 'Wait...does he have yellow in his hair? I wonder why? It doesn't look bad, but it's kinda strange I've never seen anyone with that kind of hair before. Hmmm... kinda reminds me of bee colors.' He continued to try and analyze the boy.
