𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

eyes on you - kenan yildiz

you didn't expect to spend your saturday morning standing on the sidelines of Juve's training pitch, clutching a hot chocolate like it was your entire personality. But here you were because sofia your best friend begged you to come watch practice with her.

Except sofia was now sitting on the grass scrolling through tiktok, and you were the one getting stared at by a certain someone on the field.

Kenan.

Every few minutes, he'd glance over at you quick, secret, like he hoped you wouldn't notice. But you did every single time.

You tried to tell yourself he was just glancing at the fans. Or the coaches. Or the sky. Literally anything but you.

But then he smiled.

That soft, crooked smile that hit your heart so hard you forgot how toes worked.

"Stop staring," sofia whispered to you without even looking up from her phone.

"I'm not staring."

"Babe, he's looking at you like you're the reason he scored last week."

You opened your mouth to deny it again, but kenan jogged over toward the sideline wiping sweat off his forehead, chest rising from training drills.

"Y/n" he said, still catching his breath. "You came?"

"Uh... yeah just for a little." You acted casual, but your lungs did NOT get the memo.

His eyes sparkled a bit, like you'd just told him he won the Champions league.

"I like when you watch," he said simply.

Your cheeks went nuclear.

His teammates yelled something in Italian across the field probably teasing him and Kenan rolled his eyes.

"Ignore them," he muttered with a shy smile. "Maybe....stay after? I finish in twenty minutes."

You blinked. "Stay for what?"

He hesitated, nervously kicking the grass with his boot.

"For...gelato?" he said.

"with me?"

Your brain did a backflip.

"okay gelato sounds nice."

Kenan's smile grew so wide it almost looked like it hurt. "I'll be quick," he said, backing up toward the field but keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

When training ended, he jogged over again his hair all messy, skin glowing, still breathing a little heavy. He held out a single flower he'd picked from who knows where near the fence.

"For you" he said softly.

"It's literally a weed" you said through a laugh.

"It's pretty."
"kenan, it's growing sideways-"

"It's pretty," he repeated, cheeks pink, "because I'm giving it to you."

Okay cute attack, direct hit.

You took the little crooked flower and tucked it behind your ear. Kenan's eyes softened like he was seeing a masterpiece.

He slipped his hand into yours slowly, asking permission without words and his fingers fit perfectly with yours.

"ready for gelato?" he asked, smiling like he already knew your answer.

"With you? always."

He squeezed your hand gently.

"Good!" he mumbled. "because I think... I really like you."

And as the two of you walked off the training grounds together, fingers intertwined, cheeks warm, hearts beating fast, you knew you liked him too.

Maybe more than a little.