Woso one shots

𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼 ➻ 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 ?

This morning, the London sun bathed Arsenal's pitch in a golden light, bringing an unexpected warmth that contrasted with the usual chill of training sessions. Jonas, our coach, was overseeing every detail with meticulous attention. Today's training focused on quick passing drills and shooting practice, aimed at perfecting our accuracy and responsiveness.

During the deep passing exercise, I found it impossible to maintain my concentration. Every time I passed the ball to Alessia, my best friend and teammate, I tried to do so with particular precision, only to admire the fluidity with which she controlled it. Her athletic frame, defined by well-toned muscles, moved with a natural grace. Her blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail and slightly tousled from effort, shimmered under the sun, while her light blue eyes caught the light and added an unforgettable intensity to her gaze.

Alessia was in top form today, and her movements were almost hypnotic. As I tried to focus on the drill, each time I saw her dribbling or making a pass with ease, I lost track of the exercise. During a shooting phase after a pass from Leah, I let myself be distracted by the sight of my best friend in action, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each smooth movement. My shot veered off and hit the post with a sharp clunk.

Jonas signalled for a break and approached me, his scrutinising gaze trying to understand the source of my distraction. "Y/N, is everything okay? It seems like something is distracting you today."

I forced a smile, although I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Yes, everything's fine. Just a minor hiccup," I replied, trying to appear relaxed.

Jonas nodded, unsatisfied, and walked away. During the break, Leah approached me, her piercing gaze full of observation. "Y/N, is everything okay?" she asked, a knowing smile on her face. "You seem really distracted today. Is iit something to do with a certain blonde named Alessia?"

I felt my heart race. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, looking away.

Leah, with an understanding smile, added, "If you have feelings for her, maybe you should tell her. Life's too short to stay uncertain."

My heart raced even more at Leah's suggestion. The fear of the unknown mixed with a wave of desire and hope. I paused before responding, searching for the right words to express what I felt.

"I... I'm not sure it's mutual," I finally admitted, my voice barely audible. "And I'm so afraid that it might ruin our friendship if she doesn't feel the same way."

Leah placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, making me feel a little more supported. "Look, I understand it's a delicate situation. But living with these feelings without ever expressing them can be even harder. I know it's risky, but sometimes it's better to take the chance rather than stay in doubt."

I sighed, looking over at Alessia, who was sitting on the bench, away from the others, drinking water and chatting with a few teammates. My best friend seemed relaxed, taking the break to recover and chat with Leah, who was also near her.

"And what if I tell her and she doesn't feel the same way? I might lose what we have now..."

Leah shook her head gently. "Y/N, you know Alessia better than anyone, and she cares a lot about you. Maybe she does feel something, but doesn't know it yet. Sometimes, it just takes a little push to make things clear. And even if she doesn't feel the same way, she might appreciate your honesty, and your friendship could even be strengthened."

"If I decide to talk to her, how should I approach it?" I asked finally.

Leah smiled, clearly relieved to see that I was ready to consider taking this step. "Be honest, simply. Tell her how you feel and give her time to think about it. Be prepared to accept any response, even if it's not the one you hope for. But I think it's better to try than to regret not having done it."

By the end of training, the changing rooms were slowly emptying. I lingered, trying to delay the dreaded moment. Alessia was one of the last to leave the pitch, and we found ourselves alone in the quiet changing room.

As Alessia removed her cleats, her blonde hair sticking slightly to her forehead, her muscular frame outlined in the dim light, I took a deep breath, my heart pounding, and walked over to her. "Alessia, I need to talk to you," I said, my voice trembling.

She looked up at me, intrigued. "Yes, what's up?"

I felt my hands trembling as I tried to put my feelings into words. My heart was pounding so hard I feared it might burst from my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves of nervousness that were engulfing me. "Listen, Alessia, I... I'm not really sure how to start, and I'm so afraid of ruining what we have, but there's something I need to tell you."

I paused, searching for the right words amid the turmoil of my thoughts. "For a while now, I've been feeling something that I can't ignore any longer. I know our friendship is precious and that nothing should disrupt it, but... I think I'm in love with you. And I don't want this to change anything between us, but I can't keep it to myself any longer."

I looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her thoughts, hoping she would understand the sincerity of my feelings. "Every time I'm near you, I feel... different. Like everything around us fades away and only your smile and presence matter. It's as if my feelings have grown from simple affection to something much deeper. I didn't want to tell you this without being sure you'd understand, but I couldn't stay silent any longer."

I took a deep breath, my gaze still locked with hers. "I wondered if I should really tell you this, especially if it risked jeopardising our friendship, but I couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine. I want you to know that what I feel is real and sincere. I care about you so much, and I don't want this to be misunderstood. I don't want it to change what we have, but I had to tell you." 

Before I could add anything else, Alessia interrupted me by pressing her lips against mine in a warm, unexpected kiss. The softness of her touch, the warmth of her embrace, and the emotion that flowed from that kiss surprised and enveloped me entirely. The world seemed to dissolve around us, leaving only this perfect moment where our feelings were the only things that mattered.

When we finally parted, Alessia looked at me with a radiant smile, her light blue eyes shining with sincere tenderness. "I was waiting for you to say it," she murmured softly.

I stood frozen, stunned by her words. "Wait, what?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. "Since when have you felt the same way?"

Alessia let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I realised some time ago that I felt the same way about you. But I wanted to be sure before I told you. I was afraid it might change our friendship and that it wouldn't turn out the way I hoped."

I shook my head, still in shock. "But... Why didn't you say anything before? I've been torturing myself trying to understand what I was feeling!"

Alessia moved closer, gently taking my hands in hers. "I didn't want to rush things or put you in an uncomfortable position. I preferred to wait for the right moment and make sure you felt the same way. Now that you've said it, I'm so happy to see that we feel the same."

I let out a sigh of relief mixed with wonder. "So, all this time, you felt the same way... I never imagined you felt that way too."

Alessia smiled tenderly. "Yes, and now that we've finally shared our feelings, I'm excited to see where this will lead us. We've taken a significant step, and I'm thrilled to take it with you."

I was swept away by a wave of happiness, realising just how deep and sincere our connection was. We kissed again, savouring the moment, knowing that this marked the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship, filled with closeness and love.