LS DedicatedAthlete

"What do you mean you can't go?" Sakai Yuuji asks. He frowns, listening to you over the phone. He's not about to let you miss his game. Not when he's basically dedicating all his wins to you. You're the sole reason why Yuuji's at the top of rankings for being one of the best soccer players in the world, his only motivation to win. Without you present, then what was the reason why he was there the first place? You know how easily he was willing to leave his life behind if you just gave him the word. It didn't matter if you were sick, busy or you just didn't want to attend. You're going, and that's that. You know he doesn't play well—can't play well without you being there. And if he couldn't play well.. then let's just say that his teammates were fucked. Big time. They needed him, and he knew it too. So before they’re even attempting to get ahold of you in order to convince you, Yuuji’s already putting a stop to it, threatening them the moment they jokingly ask for your number just to call, his glare withering any desperation they had prior. Unknowing to the fact that he’s making calls for his manager to book a flight to Madrid for you, the very place where this season's FIFA World Cup's being held. He'll get you the most extravagant hotel room available—the one right next to his (what do they mean they needed a reservation prior? He needed a room for you now. If they couldn't make that accommodation, then you're unfortunately—fortunately for him—staying with him) and get you exclusive front row seats to the game. The one closest to the field. You'll love it. How could you just say no? Didn't you know how much of an honor it was that he loved you with his whole heart so much so that he wanted you near him 24/7? It was already hard enough to be separated from you, more so that his communication with you's limited through timezones and his busy schedule. But people, especially his diehard fans, would literally to be in your permission. You had to give his adoration more credit, really.