Woso one shots

𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗳 ➻ 𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵, 𝗔 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

The stadium was still buzzing with the chants of Barça supporters, the echoes of our victory resonating under the floodlights that illuminated the pitch. The Catalan night was mild, the air thick with adrenaline and sweat, as my teammates celebrated around me, laughing and shouting with joy. We had just won a hard-fought victory, a 3-2 that kept the tension high until the very last second. Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, something caught my attention.

Amidst the chaotic celebrations, my gaze was drawn to a solitary figure, almost lost in the vastness of the pitch. Lena Oberdorf, Wolfsburg's midfielder, was sitting on the grass, her shoulders slumped, her hands partially covering her face. Even from a distance, I could see the tears silently streaming down her cheeks, catching the light of the floodlights in a sorrowful glimmer. She seemed crushed by the weight of defeat, every movement of her body betraying a pain that I knew all too well.

I felt an irresistible urge to go to her. I crossed the pitch, my studs lightly crunching on the grass as I approached her. Around us, the celebrations seemed to fade, giving way to an almost intimate silence.

When I was just a few steps away, Lena looked up, her tear-filled brown eyes meeting mine. She seemed surprised to see me, and for a moment, I wondered if I had made the right choice in coming over.

Lena, sensing my presence, turned her head slightly towards me, her eyes red from crying. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaky breathing. "You should go join the others," she murmured, her voice broken with emotion.

I stayed by her side, looking out at the empty pitch before us. "That can wait," I said softly, my words carrying a sincerity that came from the heart. "You don't have to face this alone."

She shook her head, her hands clenching the grass beneath them. "We were so close... I really thought we could do it this time."

I took a deep breath, feeling the echo of her feelings in my own chest. "You played an incredible match, Lena. Sometimes, it comes down to the smallest of margins... But what you showed tonight is a determination that goes beyond the score."

Lena closed her eyes, letting her tears fall freely. "It's so frustrating," she admitted, her voice trembling.

"I know," I replied, moving slightly closer to show her that I understood. "Every defeat leaves a mark, but it doesn't define who you are, or what your team is capable of. What you did tonight is more than just a match. You showed a strength that won't fade away."

She turned her head towards me, a faint smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N. It's good to hear that... especially from an opponent."

I returned her smile, feeling a connection growing between us. "Sometimes it's the opponents who understand the best. And if you ever need to talk, I'm here. Maybe we could share a few tips now and then, even outside of matches."

Lena nodded slowly, a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes. "I'd like that. Maybe one day, we'll be celebrating something together."

We sat there in silence, as the night continued to fall around us, enveloping the stadium in a calm, almost intimate atmosphere. The celebrations of my victory felt distant now, replaced by this unexpected new connection. This moment shared with Lena, an opponent but also an equal, would stay with me long after that evening.