𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

best friends - martín zubimendi

You and martin had been friends for years.

the kind of friends people always thought were dating, but never actually were.

“y/n, you’re literally stealing my fries,” martin said, leaning over your plate like it was a personal offense.

you didn’t even look up. “They taste better when they’re yours.”

He scoffed, but he was smiling. That soft easy smile he always had around you.

you were sitting outside after his training session, watching him still in his kit, hair slightly messy, looking way too relaxed for someone who just ran for 90 minutes.

“you coming to the match this weekend?” he asked.

“Duh” you said. “Someone has to cheer for you so you don’t get too humble.”

“I’m already humble.”

you laughed. “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

Martin leaned back in his chair, eyes on you for a second longer than usual. Like he was thinking something he didn’t say out loud.

“You always come though” he said quietly.

“Of course I do.”

beause that’s what friends do.

right?

but martin didn’t look away for a while.

authors note!
Requested and really short but I swear there's part 2 and 3!