Kika Nazareth

Summary: jealous reader <3 

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The final whistle had blown, and the stadium had erupted. The Barça fans were chanting songs and waving their big flags. Everyone was happy–well, everyone but Atlético de Madrid.

Barça had won again. Six goals, all from different players.

It hadn't been just another win–the team had played perfectly. Almost zero mistakes. Every goal had come from a different player, with a different assist.

Y/n should've been thrilled. Everyone else was.

But all she could see was Kika.

Kika, standing just off the edge of the pitch, her medical boot on one foot, her crutches tucked under her arms. A happy smile on her face.

And Alexia, jogging straight toward her, arms wide.

Y/n had slowed when she saw them. Alexia had wrapped Kika in a tight hug, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other on her shoulder. Kika had pressed her face into Alexia's neck for just a second, and they'd both laughed–some shared joke Y/n didn't get to hear from the other side of the pitch.

She bit the inside of her cheek and frowned at the sight.

A nudge came at her side, and she turned her head. Pina.

"Hey, we won," Pina said, tugging at her sleeve. "You're allowed to smile now, you grump."

"I am smiling," Y/n replied flatly–not smiling at all.

"You look like someone stole your boots."

"I'm just... tired," she muttered, looking away.

But she wasn't. She was wired.

Adrenaline was still buzzing. She could run laps. Or punch a wall. Maybe both.

Her eyes flicked back to Alexia—carefully adjusting Kika's crutch under her arm like she might tip over.

Y/n had to look away again.

It was fine. It was Alexia.

Alexia hugged everyone. She hit everyone too, when she got excited. She had basically adopted Y/n all those years ago.That's just what she did.

She mother-henned the entire damn team, and not just because she was the captain. It was her personality–although it could be very annoying in times like this.

Y/n forced herself to walk toward them–casually, she hoped–but her jaw was clenched and her hands were fists inside her sleeves.

Alexia noticed her first. "There she is. Star of the game— my estrellita."

"Hardly," Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes. "Everyone did well."

Kika looked up, and her face lit up in that way that made Y/n's brain stop working for a solid two seconds. Being around Kika made her feel dumb. Like she couldn't function like a normal human being.

"You were amazing," Kika said sweetly. "That assist in the second half was–"

"You saw that?" Y/n interrupted, trying to sound cool. But it came out too hopeful. Almost too desperate. Like all she wanted was to be noticed, which–if she was being honest–was true.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Kika said, then winced slightly as she shifted her weight.

Y/n stepped forward immediately, the frown deepening on her face. "Careful," she said, reaching out to steady her elbow, fingers brushing the soft material of Kika's hoodie. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just sore," Kika said, cheeks flushed. "Alexia got a little excited with the hug."

"Sorry. I got carried away," Alexia smirked. "Missed seeing you at the games."

"Stop being a brute to people, Alexia," Y/n huffed. She hadn't meant to sound so snappy, but she couldn't help it. The jealousy gnawed at her, and she hated it. Alexia raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by the tone.

Alexia smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Careful, nena, someone might think you're jealous."

Y/n's face flushed, and she crossed her arms, trying to mask the sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. "I'm not jealous," she muttered, voice thick with irritation. "I'm just... frustrated. You can't just go around hugging injured people like that."

"I'm fine, guys" Kika said quickly, glancing between the two of them. "Really."

"You shouldn't even be standing that long," Y/n grumbled, her arms crossed over her chest. "Let's get you a place to sit."

"I don't want to—"

"Sit," Y/n said, pointing at the bench like a mom.

Kika looked surprised–but also kind of amused. Alexia watched them both with a knowing smile, one eyebrow raised.

"Well–I'll leave you two to it," Alexia said, patting Y/n's back as she walked away. "Don't yell at her too much, nena. Be nice."

"I'm not yelling," Y/n muttered. "And I am nice."

But as soon as Alexia was out of earshot, she let out a breath and crouched in front of Kika, who was now sitting–very obediently–on the bench.

"You seriously shouldn't be on your feet that long," Y/n said, her lips tight.

"You already said that," Kika replied, clearly enjoying the attention.

"And you didn't listen the first time," Y/n countered. "You got hurt not that long ago. You can't be out here walking around like—"

"You're cute when you're bossy," Kika said, completely unfazed.

Y/n's face burned. She went quiet.

"...You're lucky you're injured," Y/n said after a beat, trying to recover.

Kika laughed. "Why?"

"Because if you weren't, I'd hug you way harder than Alexia did."

There was a pause. Kika stared at her.

"You still can, you know," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And just like that, all the jealousy in Y/n's chest melted into something else entirely-something softer, heavier, and way more dangerous.

Y/n didn't like it. Not one bit. But she embraced it anyway.

She nodded, like she was agreeing to a serious task. Then, very gently and carefully, she wrapped her arms around Kika's waist and let her chin rest on her shoulder. Her knees were still aching from the match, but she didn't care.

Kika leaned into her like she'd been waiting for that moment all along.

"You're a better hugger than Alexia," she murmured, head on Y/n's shoulder.

"Why?"

"You're softer."

The hug lasted longer than it probably should have.

But neither of them moved.

Kika's chin rested against Y/n's shoulder, her arms were looped loosely around her waist, careful not to press too hard.

"I missed this," Kika mumbled.

"Missed what?" Y/n asked.

"This," Kika said, squeezing her gently. "The girls. Being on the pitch... you."

Y/n stayed quiet. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. Not without blurting out something stupid like 'I missed you every second you weren't around' or 'I didn't want anyone else to hug you today but me'.

Y/n didn't know how to deal with whatever it was her and Kika had. It was very confusing, a lot of feelings involved. Good and bad ones.

"You're warm," Y/n said suddenly, feeling the heat radiating from Kika's forehead against her skin. She gently stepped back, trying to create some space between them, but Kika didn't let her go immediately.

"I think you might have a fever," Y/n continued, her voice almost accusatory.

"O que?" [what?] Kika said, her voice almost amused as she took Y/ns hand off her forehead. "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. You're hot," Y/n said, her eyes darting to the ground, as if her own words embarrassed her. She meant it, of course–she could feel the heat radiating off Kika in waves, but somehow saying it aloud felt... too intimate, as if Y/n was noticing Kika too much. More than she should.

Kika smiled, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Well, I've been outside for hours. That's what happens when you stand on crutches for too long–they are kind of heavy."

Y/n frowned, worried. "I'm serious. You might need to rest more than you think."

Before she could respond, Kika shifted slightly on her crutches, and Y/n's instinct kicked in right away.

She stepped closer and placed a hand on Kika's shoulder to steady her. But the touch was a little more than that–more than just caring for a friend or a teammate. It lingered for just a moment too long, but it was enough to make Y/n's pulse spike.

Kika's eyes met hers, and there was something in the way she looked at Y/n that made her breath hitch. But neither of them said anything.

"Let's get you back to the locker room," Y/n said, clearing her throat, her voice a little rougher than usual. She tried to make the shift back to something that felt normal.

Kika didn't fight it. She nodded, her eyes softening as she let Y/n help her. The whole way back, the silence between them was thick. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that Kika knew exactly what she was doing to her. And maybe she was okay with it.

Maybe she was waiting for Y/n to catch up.

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Notes: let me know what you guys think of it <3