In that case then may I please request Eric García trying to ask out reader (who he met through Ansu Fati a few years before leaving for mancity) but she’s a little intimidated by him despite liking him back?
Asking you out
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AN: You’re a doctor, like in those Barca videos when they do physical tests and check for their vitals.
Also, honestly I'm not very satisfied with what I wrote, maybe cause I'm not very familiar with Eric, so I apologize if it's not good enough and because I don't really know much of him, I don't think I'll be writing more about him in the current time, sorry. Please like, reblog and give me feedback!
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You finish checking Ansu’s vitals, removing the electrodes.
“All good with you, you’re in perfect shape, Ansu.” you declare, offering him a smile. The young boy gets up, putting back his shirt.
“Thanks, Y/N. I think Eric is supposed to come after me, should I send him in on my way back?” he asks and you bite your lip for a second.
You didn’t know you were doing the physical exam on Eric too as you were only in charge of doing half of the Barca’s team, your colleague doing the other half.
But this is your job, nonetheless.
“Thank you, Ansu. I’d appreciate that.” you agree. Going to your desk, you take a quick scan on Eric’s medical file, your eyes pausing at his attached photo and a churn of nervousness twists your stomach.
He’s awfully handsome, always nice and polite yet you can’t stop yourself from feeling a bit intimidated by him. Eric has an aura around him that attracts you towards him, but also makes you slightly deterred from speaking to him.
It’s like your brain struggles to function when around him, with you barely being able to speak a full sentence to him.
A knock on the door interrupts your train of thoughts and you take a deep breath as the door opens, revealing Eric.
“Hey, looks like today you’re stuck with me.” he jokes, his lips open up in a wide smile, his biceps flexing as he waves at you. You force down the lump on your throat, returning the smile as you point towards the mattress.
He removes his jersey, showing a defined abdomen as he lays down. You bite your lip as you get closer, heart beating incredibly fast as you touch his chest to place the electrodes.
His chest is warm and firm, leaving you fascinated and it’s not until Eric explicitly coughs, that you realize that you’ve been staring at his chest for a good while.
Embarrassed, you divert your eyes to the machine’s screen, focusing on the vitals analysis. You can practically feel Eric’s cocky grin as you try to focus back onto the task.
After a minute of awkward silence, Eric breaks it.
“You know, I was wondering if, maybe, you’re free this weekend? If yes, then…I don’t know. Maybe we could get something to eat. If you want to, of course.” he tentatively asks, scratching his head from how nervous he is and you whip your head towards him, surprised and shocked that he’s asking you out.
“Oh? I-I would love to.” you reply, unable to hold back a shy smile from appearing. You’re glad he asked.
