Little less hidden - Kika Nazareth

Summary: Little moments, quiet glances, and blurry Instagram stories—snippets of how Y/N and Kika slowly, accidentally, and tenderly became public.

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- The Media's Reaction:

To the media, nothing about Y/n and Kika's relationship stood out. The press loved to talk about how close the two were, but it was always framed in a strictly professional context.

Y/n was just so serious.

Whenever her relationship with Kika came up, she'd don her usual professional mask, her expression stiff, her tone even more so.

"The team is doing everything it can to support Kika during this time," she would say, her face a perfect picture of composure.

No one suspected anything more was going on.

To them, Y/n was the definition of professional. A player who didn't smile for the cameras, who had no time for distractions.

She'd support Kika like she supported her teammates: with commitment, discipline, and a focus on performance.

But what the media didn't see? The way Y/n carefully wrapped ice around Kika's leg after a tough physio session or how she always made sure Kika had someone to sit with during a game, since she wasn't allow to play yet.

- The Fans' Reaction:

The fans, on the other hand, had a completely different story.

They noticed everything.

The tiniest shift in Y/n's demeanor, a hint of a smile when Kika came near, a moment of laughter they hadn't heard before.

And they were quick to catch on.

Y/n, who never showed emotion, was suddenly showing a softer side around Kika. Fans knew there had to be something more going on.

It all started when Y/n would show up to training a little earlier than usual.

Not for the drills, but for the hope that she would catch Kika trying to sneak a breakfast that was nothing short of chaotic. She knew it was bad for Kika, but it was endearing all the same.

And then there were the gym sessions–where Y/n would complain endlessly about the songs Kika loved, pretending she hated them, but carefully logging every song title on her Spotify.

Then came the pitch.

When Kika wasn't playing due to her injury, Y/n gave her all—not just for the win, but to somehow carry Kika's presence on the field, feeling like she was playing for her.

The first moment it became undeniable?

When Y/n hugged Kika after winning the Champions League semi-final. Kika, tears in her eyes, her face buried in Y/n's shoulder, her smile pure and radiant.

And Y/n? She couldn't help but smile too.

It was all over Twitter.

Fans flooded the comments with "What's going on?" "Are they together?" and "Look at the way they look at each other!"

- The Quiet Realization:

After that moment, things only seemed to get more complicated for Y/n.

She couldn't deny it anymore. She could feel it–the shift in their relationship.

What had started as support for a teammate, a friend, was turning into something more, something deeper.

She didn't know exactly when it happened, but she was starting to fall for Kika.

Y/n's default instinct was to compartmentalize, to suppress her feelings, but with every glance shared with Kika, it became harder.

She kept it under wraps, of course–until one day, she couldn't.

- Kika's Bold Move:

Kika, on the other hand, wasn't as cautious.

She wanted to share their love with the world, to let it be known. But she understood Y/n's hesitation.

So, she respected the boundaries. No holding hands in public. No public displays of affection. Their relationship was strictly professional in the eyes of the world.

Still, Kika couldn't help but want to share a cheeky post–a playful picture of the two of them.

But Y/n wasn't having it. She wasn't ready to go public, not yet. "It's too soon," she said. "We're not there yet."

And so, Kika kept quiet.

But their quiet little moments were telling in their own way. Kika would sneak her hand into the frame of a picture Y/n was taking, and Y/n would subtly hide Kika's presence in her own minimalist shots.

- The Breakthrough:

Until one day, everything changed.

Kika and Y/n were lying together in the hotel room, tired but content. They had just come back from a grueling match.

Kika had her phone in hand, Y/n next to her. They took a mirror selfie, faces barely visible–Y/n's face hidden behind the phone and Kika's barely visible in the reflection. It wasn't much, just a quiet moment captured.

Y/n didn't think twice. She posted it on her Instagram stories. No words. No emojis. No hearts. Just the photo.

It was a subtle admission. The fans went wild.

They knew what it meant, even if the rest of the world didn't. It was a quiet declaration of their relationship, but it was a declaration nonetheless.

- What Comes Next

The media may not have known the full truth, but the fans?

They had seen enough to know that something was up.

And though Kika and Y/n hadn't officially told the world, they knew they were in it together. And in time, the rest of the world would catch up.

- Reactions

The morning after Y/n's post, she woke up to chaos.

Her phone buzzed nonstop. Mentions, tags, screenshots, blurry zoom-ins, fan theories. The story had already expired from her Instagram, but that didn't stop fans from dissecting every pixel.

They would zoomed in to confirm the mole on Y/n's wrist, matched the bedsheets to a photo Kika had once posted, and compiled it into a 3-minute TikTok essay titled "Y/n and Kika: Soft Launch Confirmed."

Kika's response? A smug little grin across the breakfast table as she scrolled through the discourse, occasionally reading fan tweets aloud just to watch Y/n roll her eyes.

"'They are the softest soft launch in Woso history,'" Kika quoted, eyes dancing. "Oh wait, here's another: 'This is how I want to be loved–quietly, gently, in the corner of an Instagram story.'" She giggled. "Poetic, no?"

Y/n groaned, hiding her face in her hoodie. "I didn't even tag you."

"Didn't need to. You posted us. That's louder than any tag."

The team noticed the shift too, of course.

For the first time, their teasing turned to quiet respect. Alexia, ever the observant captain, gave Y/n a look across the locker room–half proud, half knowing.

"You good?" she asked quietly one day.

Y/n didn't say anything at first, just nodded. But her shoulders were more relaxed. Her face a little less guarded.

She was starting to let herself have this.

Kika, for all her patience, was now daring a little more.

Her hand would linger on Y/n's back as they walked through the tunnel.

They would sit closer during team meetings. There were still no overt declarations, no big PDA, but the change was there, undeniable and steady.

Fans continued to speculate, but the tone had changed. They weren't just shipping anymore, they were rooting for them.

And eventually, when the next season rolled in and Barça's official photographer posted a candid of Y/n with her hand in Kika's—unposed, natural, unmistakably theirs–it didn't come as a surprise.

No captions were needed. No official statement. It was just them, as they always had been, now just a little less hidden.

They didn't rush anything. Slowly and naturally, they let the world see more.

A blurry selfie in Kika's story, with a barely visible smile pressed against her cheek.

Y/n in the background of a TikTok, wearing Kika's hoodie.

A post-match hug that lingered a second longer than usual, and this time, Y/n didn't look around first to check who was watching.

By the time they soft-launched again—this time with a post from Kika, a photo of them holding hands around Barcelona, it didn't feel like news. It just felt like the world catching up to something that had been quietly blooming all along.

Y/n still wasn't one for grand gestures, but she didn't flinch when fans recognized them at cafés, or when someone asked for a picture and Kika took her hand before posing.

She had Kika. And that, quietly, loudly, publicly or privately, was more than enough.

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a/n: Hope you guys liked it <3