Hiii can we have a shane at sam’s ten heart event with that dialogue that’s like I really liked the bass part except sam’s band is playing the country music option and there’s no bass it’s one of my favorite moments he’s so funny wtf man
Sorry, Shane. No bass line here.
Also, yes, Serenity joins Sam's band!
a/n: my first dro fic! (also we're pretending he scored ok)
genre: fluff.
warnings: none.
summary: dro finally makes his debut for the first team.
Dro’s first team debut. You can hardly believe it’s actually happening. You’ve known him forever, like, since you were four years old. You’ve been side by side through all the scraped knees, the late-night video calls, the first crushes, the heartbreaks, and the magic moments. But now, this is different. This is big.
It’s early morning in Japan, the stadium buzzing with fans and a hum of anticipation. The preseason tour around Asia feels like the perfect stage for him to shine, and today it’s against Vissel Kobe. The sky is clear, just a little warm, and you’re sitting in the stands, clutching your scarf, wearing the team colors with pride. Your heart is racing like it’s about to jump out of your chest. You spot Dro warming up on the pitch. His face is calm but focused. You know that look, he’s ready.
You think back to when you both first kicked a ball around in the neighborhood park. He was always a bit shy, but on the pitch, he became a different person. That confidence, that spark. You remember the first time you realized you liked him, when you were fourteen. It was like everything made sense then. Supporting him now feels like the most natural thing in the world.
The game starts and the stadium roars. You scream and cheer every time Dro touches the ball. The way he moves is so fluid, like he’s been born for this moment. You catch his eye once and he gives you a quick smile, just enough for you to feel like you’re the only one in that huge crowd. He passes, dribbles, defends, and then comes that moment… he scores.
The entire stadium erupts and your voice is hoarse from shouting, but you don’t care. You jump up, tears pricking your eyes. That goal wasn’t just a point on the board. It was proof. Proof that he belongs here, that all those years of hard work, sweat, and late nights paid off.
Between plays, you watch him wipe the sweat from his forehead and take a quick glance your way. Your heart does a little dance every time. You know how much this means to him. You’ve heard the stories of his sacrifices, the mornings he got up before dawn to train, the nights he wondered if it was all worth it. But here he is, on the pitch, making you proud in ways you never thought possible.
As the game wraps up, the scoreboard reads 3-1, Barcelona victorious. Dro comes off the field, his chest heaving but his smile bright. You rush down to the tunnel area where the players exit, and there he is. No fancy celebration, just that familiar grin. He pulls you into a tight hug, his hands trembling slightly.
“You were amazing,” you whisper into his ear. “I knew you would be.”
He laughs softly. “Couldn’t have done it without knowing you were watching.”
The rest of the team filters out, but you and Dro stay there for a moment longer. You’re wrapped in his arms, and suddenly all the nerves, all the pressure, melt away. It’s just you two, like when you were kids playing football in the backyard.
Later, you grab some food together at a small street stall near the hotel. Dro’s still buzzing, and you tease him about scoring on his debut like it’s no big deal. He shakes his head, his eyes shining.
“Feels unreal,” he admits. “I’ve dreamed about this since we were kids.”
You smile at him. “And now it’s real.”
He takes your hand across the table. “I want you to be there for every moment. No matter what comes next.”
You squeeze his hand back. “Always.”
The city lights glow softly around you both, but honestly, you’re only seeing him. You know the road ahead is long and full of challenges, but for now, you’re basking in this perfect moment.
He leans over and kisses you gently. It’s warm and tender, a promise of what’s to come. You pull back and grin, the kind of grin that says this is just the beginning of something truly incredible.
You’re not just his girlfriend anymore. You’re his number one fan, his rock, and his forever teammate. And nothing feels better than being exactly where you belong, right by his side.
