Nothing wrong

                                    

                                          


I rubbed my eyes as I stepped into the locker room, still waking up from the grogginess that clung to me after a restless night. The familiar hum of chatter filled the space, players greeting one another and slipping into their routines.
"Morning," I called out to the room, my voice a bit hoarse as I made my way to my usual spot beside Alessia.
She was already there, tying her cleats, and she looked up with a bright smile when I approached. "Ky! Finally awake?"
"Barely," I replied, dropping my bag on the bench. Without hesitation, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her in a quick hug, pressing my chin to her shoulder. "Morning, Less."
"Morning," she said, laughing as she patted my arm. "Alright, alright, let me breathe."
I straightened up with a grin and started rummaging through my bag for my training gear. My phone sat on top of my things, the screen lighting up briefly as I moved it aside. I paused, glancing at it and hoping to see a notification from Blair.
Nothing.
I frowned, unlocking it quickly. The last thing I'd sent her was a simple "Are you okay?" after she dropped me off, followed by another message when she didn't respond.
Still nothing.
The knot in my chest tightened as I locked the phone and shoved it back into my bag. I didn't understand what was wrong. Blair hadn't seemed like herself the last time I saw her, and now her silence only made the worry gnaw at me more.
"Ky, you good?" Alessia's voice broke through my thoughts.
I glanced at her, forcing a quick smile. "Yeah, just... tired."
She raised an eyebrow but didn't push. "Well, hurry up. I'm not waiting for you if we're late to the field."
Rolling my eyes, I finished lacing my cleats and jogged after her as she headed out. "Wait up!"
I stretched my arms over my head, letting out a soft sigh as the cool breeze brushed against my skin. Alessia broke into a light jog, and I followed her, catching up quickly.
As we reached the field, I spotted a ball lying nearby. Grinning, I darted toward it and scooped it up with my foot. "Less!" I called, tossing the ball her way.
She turned just in time to catch it, her touch smooth as always. "First touch of the day, and it's perfect," she said, smirking.
"Fluke," I teased, jogging closer.
We started passing the ball between us, the movements easy and natural as we chatted.
"What'd you get up to after training yesterday?"
"Lotte and I went to the cinema," she said, her smile softening. "She insisted on seeing some rom-com, and now I'm stuck hearing her critique every cheesy line."
"Sounds about right," I said, chuckling.
The rest of the team started trickling onto the field, and we joined them as the coaches blew their whistles. Training began with the usual drills—warm-ups, sprints, and small-sided games.
Time passed quickly, the intensity of the session pulling me out of my thoughts. I found myself focusing on every pass, every run, every tackle. Alessia and I worked well together as usual, combining on quick one-twos and creating chances during the scrimmages.
"Kyra!" Alessia called during one drill, threading a perfect ball into my path.
I sprinted after it, cutting past a defender before slotting it into the bottom corner of the goal. "Too easy!" I shouted, grinning as Alessia jogged over to high-five me.