What would happen if...?

When he walked in, he could see Omar sitting on a stage and a handsome-looking guy with a brunette complexion that he had never seen before, leaning beside him. The stranger was speaking, and Omar looked at him in a way that Ander did not like at all.

Omar looked relaxed and smiling while the other guy continued saying whatever he was telling him. They had not yet noticed his presence, and at that moment, Ander did nothing to be noticed.

All his fears came back suddenly when the stranger raised an arm and ran his hand through Omar's hair. It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough for Ander to feel the blood rising to his face, and a wave of anger he had never felt before was made present.

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This fic contains two stories in one, as I mentioned in the tags.
So, the chapters are interspersed until chapter 38, which is the end of Omaron's story. After that, the following chapters belong to Omander's story.

This work was written after the second season and before the third one.
That's why it is Yeray and not Malick who's appearing here. That was my guessing at that moment.

Ps. Unbeta'd all mistakes are mine! I'm not an English speaker, any mistakes you find, are my own. I apologize for it.