Woso one shots

𝗔𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘁í ➻ 𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

I found myself at Camp Nou, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of attending an FC Barcelona match. While waiting for the kick-off, I decided to wander around the stadium to soak up the atmosphere. The air was filled with the smell of snacks, the sound of fans singing, and the electrifying energy that always precedes a big match.

That's when I noticed her. Sitting alone on a bench, a young woman with long, straight brown hair, dressed in a Barcelona jersey, seemed lost in thought. Her brown eyes shone with a particular intensity, as if she was absorbing all the energy of the place. I was immediately drawn to the quiet yet passionate aura she exuded.

"Hi! Are you also waiting for the match to start?" I asked, approaching her.

She looked up at me, her face instantly lighting up with a bright smile. "Yes, I'm eagerly waiting. It's always something special here."

There was something warm in her voice, a contagious enthusiasm. "Is it your first time at Camp Nou?" I asked as I took a seat next to her.

She shook her head, her brown hair swaying from side to side. "No, I come here often when I can. The atmosphere here is unique, don't you think?" Her brown eyes sparkled with a shared excitement.

"Completely agree," I replied, nodding. "There's something magical about this place, especially when the stadium is full. Who's your favourite player?"

She took a moment to think, a slight smile playing on her lips. "It depends. I love Pedri for his vision of the game, and Gavi for his endless energy. But honestly, I admire all of them for what they bring to the team. What about you?"

"Pedri, without a doubt," I admitted. "He has this ability to make football look simple and fluid." I watched her, fascinated by the way she spoke about the players with such passion.

We continued talking, diving into the details of FC Barcelona, past matches, and our favourite moments. The more we talked, the more comfortable I felt in her company. It was as if we were on the same wavelength, sharing a common passion that transcended everything else.

During the match, the atmosphere between Aitana and me became electric. We were both completely immersed in the action, our eyes fixed on the pitch, our hearts beating in unison with every decisive move. The tense moments were punctuated by exchanged smiles and passionate comments, as if we could read each other's thoughts. Every major play sparked shared exclamations, deepening this budding connection. The match was exceptional, and after the victory, we continued sharing our impressions. "That assist from Pedri for Lewandowski's goal, it was incredible, don't you think?" I asked, still in awe of the play.

"Yes, it was perfect!" she replied enthusiastically, her brown eyes still sparkling with the excitement of the match. "Their connection on the pitch is truly impressive. You can tell they understand each other without even needing to speak."

I couldn't help but feel happy in her company. We continued chatting, and eventually, we exchanged phone numbers, promising to stay in touch. Our bond developed naturally after that. Messages and calls became frequent, and I eagerly awaited each exchange.

Two months after our first meeting, we arranged to meet for coffee. I was excited to see her in person again, to see that smile that lit up her face and the light in her eyes that revealed her love for the sport. But that day, an unexpected revelation turned my feelings upside down.

While chatting with some friends before our meeting, I learned that Aitana Bonmatí, the famous FC Barcelona women's player, was the very person I had been talking to for the past two months. The surprise left me completely stunned. How had I not figured it out? Her knowledge and love for football suddenly made so much more sense. I felt betrayed in a way, as if she had hidden an essential part of herself from me.

When I met her that day, sitting at the café terrace, I immediately noticed the same warmth in her brown eyes and that welcoming smile that seemed to sweep away all my doubts. Yet, the revelation of her identity still lingered in my mind, creating a mix of confusion and apprehension.

She saw me approaching and immediately sensed my unease. "Is everything alright?" she asked, concern evident on her face.

I took a deep breath. "Aitana, I... I've just discovered who you really are. You're Aitana Bonmatí, the Barça player."

I saw her brown eyes widen slightly in surprise before she quickly regained her usual composure. "Yes, I am a professional footballer. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn't want it to change our relationship. I wanted you to know me for who I am, not for what I do."

My voice trembled slightly in response. "I thought our relationship was based on simplicity, on an authentic connection. Finding this out now... it's disorienting."

She nodded, her brown eyes shining with sincerity. "I understand. I'm sorry if it made you feel deceived. What we've shared is real to me too, and I didn't want my career or fame to interfere with that."

I took a moment to reflect, studying her face. There was something disarming in the way she looked at me, a raw honesty that reminded me why I had felt so at ease with her from the start. Gradually, the initial shock faded, giving way to a deeper understanding. Aitana was still the same person with whom I had shared sincere moments, and I didn't want to lose that.

"I think I just need some time to get used to this," I finally said. "But I don't want it to change what we have. I really value our friendship, and I want to keep getting to know you."

Her smile returned, soft and reassuring, lighting up her face once again. "I'm glad to hear that. I really care about you, and I want our relationship to stay the same, no matter what you know now."

We continued talking, and although the revelation added a new dimension to our relationship, it didn't erase the genuine connection we had built. In the end, what we had shared was far more important than anything else, and I knew our friendship would come out of this even stronger.