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user1 went from being a fan to being his gf ↳ user2 her rizz is unmatched ↳ user3 im tryna get like her
user4 BROWN HAIR??? ↳ azarialowe for now ↳ user5 BAE KEEP IT PLEASE
user6 i swear she changes hair colours every week ↳ azarialowe wig
user7 wish i looked like her
user8 can we share ur bf
user9 the real reason we won was bc u were there ↳ azarialowe my aura is too powerful ↳ pablogavi nah it was bc i played ↳ azarialowe ur aura is literally green with flies
user10 cute (there are tears in my eyes)
user11 ho u is beautiful
user12 is the pretty gf in the room with us? ↳ user13 dont even touch my fries
user14 posted 1 min ago? this is my 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂.
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the end of the first half is nearing, and gavi had just scored.
the stadium erupts into a loud roar as azaria leaps to her feet with the rest of the fans, screaming and clapping excitedly. her eyes were brimming with pride as she watches gavi hug his teammates, kissing the barcelona badge on his shirt. the energy of the moment was contagious, filling her with excitement.
then she sees him do a new pose in her direction, towards the stands. azaria knew he couldn't see her from the movement of the crowd, but waved anyway. he made an upside down peace-sign with an index finger across the middle, forming a capital letter.
the letter A.
a fierce blush spreads across her cheeks as she grins even wider, a breath of amusement leaving her lips. gavi had dedicated his goal to her. happiness swells within her, radiating from her chest and spreading to every corner of her being.
azaria wanted nothing more than to be in his arms in that moment.
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gavi never really thought of himself as a jealous person until he saw azaria talking to a player of the opposite team after his victory against them. his fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into his palms. gavi's jaw tightened as very muscle in his body seemed to tense.
he watches from afar as the player put his hand on azaria's shoulder briefly, looking into her eyes. a flush of heat rises to gavi's face, skin prickling with irritation. he feels a surge of pride as azaria shrugs off his touch.
gavi walks over to where the two of them were standing and wraps an arm around azaria's shoulder in greeting.
"hey," gavi says through gritted teeth, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly. "can i talk to you for a moment?"
"yeah," azaria says, giving a polite goodbye to the player as she lets gavi steer her away. gavi's brow furrows in a constant frown as his gaze darkens over. he shoots the man a glare over his shoulder as the pair walk away.
"what did he want?" gavi asks, letting out a frustrated sigh. he was supposed to be enjoying his win, but he couldn't fight the bitter feeling in his throat.
"nothing," azaria replies. "we were just making small talk."
gavi wasn't satisfied with that answer. he knew that look in the player's eyes. he crosses his arms, staring down at her.
"just talking, huh?" gavi says, his voice quiet but with an undertone of annoyance. "it looked like more than talking to me."
"well, it wasn't." azaria hugs herself, stare filled with sincerity. gavi's anger ebbs away slowly, seeing her wearing his jersey that hung loose on her shoulders, a little oversized. it was annoyingly cute.
"i saw the way he was looking at you. the way his hand was touching you," gavi grumbles, features contorted in irritation.
"i was trying to be friendly, until he did that. you saved me," azaria admits.
gavi sighs, running a hand through his hair. "okay, i'm sorry. i just hate seeing other guys get close to you." he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to level his voice. in the back of his mind, he can't stop seeing that flash of contact between azaria's shoulder and the player's hand.
"it's okay, i get it."
"and i know you'd never do anything like that, but still..." gavi trails off, looking away for a moment. azaria pulls him closer by his wrists, placing his hands on her waist.
gavi's resolve crumbles as he wraps his arms around azaria, pulling her into a tight embrace. he rests his chin on top of her head.
"my winner," azaria whispers happily into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
