(Kika Nazareth x fem!reader)
Summary: At 21, Y/N joins FC Barcelona as one of the brightest prospects in world football. Reserved and unaccustomed to fame, she quickly feels isolated in an already tight-knit locker room. As a joke, several players challenge Kika to become the closest person to Y/N before the end of the season. Kika accepts without hesitation. But what begins as a simple game gradually transforms into something much more real. As the two players fall in love, a secret threatens to destroy everything. When Y/N discovers the bet, her confidence crumbles. At the same Time, an English club tries to sign her. Between betrayal, regret, and a second chance, Kika will have to fight to prive that her feeling are genuine.
The bet had been made nearly a week ago.
Kika had all but forgotten about it. At first, she'd thought the idea was ridiculous. Then, she'd agreed to it only because the other girls wouldn't leave her alone about it.
But now, whenever she spent time with Y/N, the bet didn't even cross her mind.
She simply enjoyed her company. Which was a problem in itself.
Practice had just wrapped up. The players were gradually leaving the pitch as the sun began to dip behind the training center buildings.
Y/N had stayed behind for a few extra minutes to work on her shooting.
Kika had just stepped out of the shower when she spotted Y/N from the edge of the field.
-You know practice is over?
-You realize goalkeepers are allowed to go home too, right?
-I know, but Gemma's cool with staying a bit longer.
-I'm starting to think you sleep here.
-Oh, shit... You've found me out.
Over the past few weeks, Y/N's responses had become much more natural—more spontaneous, and more teasing, too.
Half an hour later, they finally left the facilities together.
-What are you doing tonight? Kika asked.
-So, we're two sad people.
Then, Kika made a spontaneous decision. She took Y/N's hand and led her toward her car.
-We're spend the night together. I'm going to show you the city, because I'm pretty sure you haven't explored it on your own.
-Okay, but I want to grab a bite to eat.
Forty minutes later, they were walking through the streets of Barcelona's historic center.
Y/N looked around curiously. Kika had been right Y/N hadn't really visited the city. In her defense, her life revolved entirely around the training center and her apartment, so she hadn't had the time.
-You've never been here before? Kika asked.
-That's a terrible excuse.
Kika seemed to know every street, every square, and every café.
She moved with a natural ease that made Y/N smile. Everything seemed simple with her—as if she were incapable of making anything complicated.
They eventually settled at a restaurant terrace.
The sounds of the city surrounded them.
The golden evening light bathed the buildings.
For a few minutes, they chatted about this and that.
Then, the conversation turned more personal.
-Do you ever have regrets? Kika suddenly asked.
-Coming here, to Barcelona?
Y/N thought for a moment.
-Sometimes I feel lonely...
-But I have absolutely no regrets.
A smile appeared on Y/N's lips.
-If I'd stayed in my comfort zone, I would have wondered for the rest of my life what might have happened.
Kika nodded slowly, she understood perfectly.
At the same time, in the group chat shared by Cata, Claudia, and Vicky—aptly named "The Bet"—the girls were exchanging messages: « Where's Kika » Claudia asked.
« She's with Y/N » Vicky replied.
« The bet is coming along nicely » Cata said.
But none of them knew something that Kika herself was beginning to realize.
The bet had become secondary.
Because she now eagerly looked forward to those moments with Y/N.
Because she found herself naturally seeking Y/N out with her eyes during practice.
Because she loved hearing her laugh.
Because the thought of seeing her sad upset her far more than she wanted to admit.
And above all, because she was starting to become genuinely attached to Y/N.
Night had fallen by the time they settled onto the beach.
Y/N watched the waves for a few seconds, then spoke.
Kika turned her head and looked at her.
-No, it meant a lot to me.
-Lately, I'd forgotten that there was anything to life besides soccer.
For some strange reason, that remark touched Kika.
Perhaps because she understood that feeling.
Perhaps because she was happy to have given her a different kind of evening.
Or perhaps for some other reason she wasn't yet ready to acknowledge.
Something had changed between them.
But strong enough for both of them to notice.
Then, suddenly, Kika remembered.
She was the first to look away—something that surprised Y/N, as it almost never happened.
On her way home that evening, Y/N realized she had spent the best night of her life and she had experienced plenty of memorable events thanks to her career. But tonight was different.
Maybe because she had finally spent the evening out of her apartment.
Maybe it was because she was with Kika.
Y/N fell asleep smiling, with butterflies in her stomach. She knew perfectly well why it had been such a wonderful evening, she just wasn't ready to admit it to herself yet.
Meanwhile, Kika lay down on her sofa and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
She had to tell the girls she was calling off this stupid bet. She couldn't do this to Y/N, because tonight, she hadn't been faking it. She had genuinely enjoyed her company.
« So? Did the date go well? »
Kika remained motionless.
« And by the way, I'm stopping this stupid bet. »
A few seconds later, Vicky replied:
« You can't, it's too late. »
« Come on, it's just a fun game to see if you could manage to ask Y/N out on a date before Christmas. »
For the first time since the bet began, a thought crossed her mind.
What if the real issue wasn't about managing to go out with Y/N ​​anymore?
What if the real issue was that she was actually starting to fall for her?
After their night out in Barcelona, ​​something had changed.
Neither Kika or Y/N would have admitted it out loud.
Perhaps because they were afraid to ask themselves the right questions.
But something was different.
Over the following days, they spent even more time together.
Without any specific decision.
It had simply become a habit.
In the morning, Kika would look for Y/N the moment she arrived at the training center.
At lunchtime, they ate together, away from the rest of the team.
After training, they often stayed a few minutes longer to talk.
Sometimes about their childhoods.
Sometimes about completely absurd topics.
And those were often the conversations Y/N preferred.
Because with Kika, everything seemed lighter and easier.
One Tuesday morning, while the team was running a ball-retention drill, Kika intercepted a pass and immediately played the ball to Y/N.
Y/N beat an opponent with a quick cut and kept the play going.
-Nice move! Kika shouted.
A few seconds later, the coaching staff paused the drill.
While everyone caught their breath, Vicky and Claudia quietly approached Kika.
-You're about as subtle as an elephant.
-Again? I told you I was done with it.
-But you're literally spending all your time with her.
-Yeah, because she's nice. You guys should spend more time with her too.
-Be careful. Claudia warned.
-You're starting to look like you're in love with her.
For a second, Kika didn't say a word.
Then Vicky and Claudia started laughing.
Kika went back to training as if nothing had happened.
But the remark kept playing on her mind.
That same evening, Y/N received a video call from Selma.
-Yeah, but you look *really* happy.
Selma narrowed her eyes, and suddenly, she had a realization.
-Is there someone? she exclaimed.
-No! Y/N replied, feeling flustered.
-That *no* was suspicious.
-I'd say *very* suspicious.
-Is she a player on the team?
-Y/N, answer me. Selma asked.
And Y/N hung up immediately.
Selma instantly sent her several messages filled with mocking and lovey-dovey emojis.
Y/N shook her head, then, despite herself, found her thoughts drifting back to Kika.
A few days later, the team played an away match in the Champions League.
The journey took place in a relaxed atmosphere.
On the plane, several players were playing cards, while others were watching TV series.
Y/N was sitting by the window with a book on her lap.
Beside her, Kika was visibly trying to fight off boredom.
-I have a question. Kika finally asked.
Y/N looked up and closed her book, ready to listen to Kika.
-If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?
-Yeah, I'm bored, and I know your answer will be interesting.
-Well, if you really want to know, I'd probably say Iceland or Norway. What about you?
Kika thought for a few seconds.
-I don't know... maybe England or France. France is beautiful, isn't it?
-It's actually stunning, I'll take you there someday if you want.
Kika smiled at the invitation.
Then, they spent the rest of the flight chatting about anything and everything.
But it never got tedious, as soon as one conversation ended, another would start right up.
Because they could talk to each other for hours.
Wolfsburg's defense was flawless.
The score remained deadlocked for a long time.
Then, with just minutes left on the clock, Y/N delivered an assist.
The team erupted with joy.
At the final whistle, Kika immediately ran toward Y/N and, without a second thought, wrapped her in a hug.
When they pulled apart, both of them were blushing deeply.
Y/N didn't even dare look Kika in the eye, she was blushing so much.
That awkward moment between them was quickly cut short by the arrival of Alexia, Patri, Clara, and Mapi, who also embraced them to celebrate their victory.
They returned to Barcelona the next day.
Some players were already asleep on the plane, while others were looking at their phones.
Kika and Y/N were sitting side by side, as usual.
At one point, when the conversation had died down, Y/N fell asleep.
Her head slumped gently against Kika's shoulder.
Yet, Kika remained motionless for the entire journey, afraid of waking her.
And because a part of her didn't want the moment to end.
By the time they finally arrived in Barcelona, ​​night had already fallen.
Y/N slowly opened her eyes.
-I fell asleep... on you.
-You looked exhausted, it's no big deal.
For a few seconds, they just sat there, looking at each other.
Neither seemed in a rush to leave.
Without realizing it, Kika had started leaning closer to Y/N.
But then, unfortunately, Alexia announced that it was time to get off the plane and head to the bus.
Once on the bus, Kika sat down next to Patri.
-Yeah. Kika replied automatically. Well, no...
The secret Y/N still knew nothing about.
The secret that threatened to destroy everything they were building together.
Because with every passing day, the truth became harder to reveal.
And more painful to discover.
But Kika could no longer lie to Y/N, something had changed between them, something that no longer had much to do with simple friendship.
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