Chapter 2 :: Nah.

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The air in the shared room was thick with unspoken tension. Gavi, sprawled on his bed, headphones blasting reggaeton, barely acknowledged Pedri's presence as the younger midfielder meticulously folded his training gear. Pedri, usually quiet and reserved, found himself irritated by the constant thumping bass and the general disarray of the room.

"Could you maybe turn that down?" Pedri asked, his voice polite but firm.

Gavi, barely looking up from his phone, mumbled a dismissive "Nah," and turned the volume up even louder.

Pedri sighed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He wasn't one for confrontation, but the lack of consideration was starting to get to him. He had always been meticulous, organized, a creature of habit. Gavi, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on chaos, his belongings scattered everywhere, his energy a whirlwind of unpredictable movement.

"Look, I know you like your music," Pedri said, trying to keep his tone calm. "But maybe we could find a compromise? I need some quiet time to focus before training."

Gavi finally looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Quiet time? You're a footballer, not a librarian. We need to be loud, full of energy."

"It's not about being loud," Pedri countered, his voice rising slightly. "It's about respect. This is our shared space, and we need to be considerate of each other."

The argument escalated, their words sharp and pointed. Gavi, fueled by a mix of annoyance and a desire to assert his dominance, refused to budge. Pedri, usually patient and diplomatic, found himself pushed to his limit, his quiet frustration boiling over.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Ansu Fati, his face a mixture of amusement and concern. He had been listening from the hallway, drawn in by the raised voices.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of playful teasing. "Is this what happens when the future of Barcelona shares a room?"

Gavi and Pedri, momentarily stunned by Ansu's arrival, fell silent. The air in the room, heavy with tension, seemed to crackle with unspoken words. Ansu, with a knowing smile, shook his head.

"Alright, young men," he said, his tone softening. "Let's talk about this. Maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make this work."

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