Underwater Endeavours of Love

The day started off well enough.

I got up around 8:30, had some breakfast, and went for a jog around the lake. I didn't see any ducks, but I did find a pretty cool rock on the shoreline of one of the islands. I sketched it into my notebook and called it "rock". Then it was back to my place to shower, eat some lunch, then off to an early afternoon training session.

Now, I've had a lot of training sessions in my lifetime (19 years), as you would expect from a professional soccer player. Some are better than others. Sometimes they're downright terrible. This one wasn't bad though. It was actually really good! My coach really seemed to like what he saw. He said that I could really go places if I kept up the good work. He's not wrong - after all, Barcelona is pretty much the greatest club in the world! That's why everyone wants us! We're practically rockstars!

But anyway... Back to training! We did several laps around this huge green field, then split into two teams to practice kicks on goal. Because we were practicing our kicks, we weren't allowed to wear helmets or shin guards or anything like that - so when Gavi (from Real Madrid) kicked me directly in the face with his leather cleats, I was able to make out every last detail about his uniform as I fell unconscious...

Gavi wore white pants with red stripes down the sides, and black shoes with white laces that tied up at his calfs. His shirt was solid red with three white stripes across the chest - two thinner ones on top and bottom and then a fat one right down the middle.

"¡Ay!" The trainers came running over and helped me sit down on the sidelines while they waved their arms around frantically and shouted things at each other in Spanish that I'm sure were very important and relevant but which I couldn't understand because my brain was all fuzzy from getting kicked in the head by Gavi. Eventually one of them took off running toward the locker room where we keep all of our gear, but instead of stopping at his own locker... He started going through mine? What the hell is going on?

The next thing I knew he had produced a small bottle of water and was pouring it over my head in an attempt to wake me up. The coldness made everything blurry for a moment before clearing up again into razor-sharp focus. The man was holding up something toward me... A baggie of blue pills? He shook it and rattled it and pointed at it emphatically while shouting "zolpidem 10mg!"

I nodded slowly while swallowing hard against the dryness in my throat - "y-yes please!" Where did he get that? And how can he understand what I'm saying? How long have I been out? What happened to training? And most importantly... Why does Gavi have such a well-built physique? And why is he wearing shorts now too? Tall, strong legs covered in fine golden hair beneath smooth, hairless skin stretching over chiseled hips... Small slender shoulders bulging when he throws his shirt down onto that patch of grass where we were kicking around earlier...

Well-defined pectorals narrowing into a lean torso adorned by curved lines down either side forming into round glutes so perfectly shaped they were mesmerizing! Abdominals so tight you could bounce coins off them! A slim waist leading down into strong thighs separated by a subtle V shape leading to his package tucked neatly away inside those black shorts, hidden just mere inches below those tantalizing hips... That tiny strip of skin between his legs looks incredibly appealing... The thought of touching him there is very enticing!

His entire body glistening with sweat from doing all those drills earlier in the day! He smells divine! Hints of eucalyptus mixed with oak trees, lilac, incense, mint, cinnamon, spearmint, marijuana, and tobacco leaves all intertwined in the warmest embrace imaginable! My heart flutters uncontrollably at the thought of embracing him passionately while rubbing those perfect calves against mine... But no, keep your mind on track here!

He's talking about something now...? I don't know what he's saying but he seems upset about it... His lips are moving but all sound has left my world now that he's standing there looking down at me like that... Why doesn't he stop looking at me like that?! Look away already! You're making things difficult here!!

Gavi, however, remains engaging and confident - I guess footballers never tire easily when they look this good! Who can blame him? He must be used to people staring at him all day every day - after all, he's not just any old footballer! He's Gavino Pedriña Méndez de Vigo y de la Vega de los Santos y de la Reyna de la Virgen