Bright light filtered in through pastel-coloured curtains; the morning sun high in the sky.

Pedro had been awake for the past few minutes, observing every feature on his lover's face a few inches away. He wanted to engrave every feature, every attribute of the younger into his memory; Gavi's adorable moles and freckles dusted across his face, the crook of his Roman nose, the evident pout of his lips even in deep slumber, his messy morning curls highlighted a light brown by the sun... every detail etched into his memory.

He was so in love...

He slowly raised a hand and with careful tenderness, traced the features of his sweet boy. He ran his fingers across his cheek, down to his jaw before bringing them up to his nose to run a straight line to those soft luscious lips he was obsessed with.

He chuckled when he saw the younger's nose twitch in his sleep due to his persistent touches of affection.

He continued his fingers down to the younger's neck, across his well-defined collar bones; rubbing his thumb on them with increasing pressure and finally to the shoulder he enjoyed biting at every chance...

Gavi awoke to the feeling of Pedri's hands combing through his hair, in slow and leisure movements.

He fluttered his eyes open to a delightful scene of the older's affectionate gaze accompanied with a lazy smile drawn across his features, reaching his eyes...

Pablo slowly brought a hand up to stifle a yawn , stretching his legs which were laid out over Pedri's.

"Wow..." He spoke sleepily, his eyes still drooping off, "You look even better in daylight.."

Pedri beamed under the sun lighting up his features. He wrapped his arms around the younger's tiny waist and pulled him closer.

"Hmm..." the older grinned "And you... You look unreal, my love."

Pablo's heart still clenched at the title,  no matter how many times Pedro would say it.

He brought his hands up to cup the older's face, rubbing his palms over his stubble and nuzzled their noses together in a fond gesture.

Pedri's hand around the younger's waist sneaked mischievously under the blankets to squeeze Gavi's ass, making him groan.

"Pe-  Ped-ri , no..." He stuttered, eyes already closing in pleasure.

The older leaned in to kiss his neck, sucking at the soft skin while his hands kneaded the younger's backside intently.

"Don't you feel like another round?" He husked.

"We- We have a match today... " The younger said, tapping his hand on Pedro's shoulder, "please... I can't be sore."

The older sighed, he didn't plan to go all the way either... Afterall, they had an El Clasico today; the last match of the season.

He leaned in to kiss Gavi's lips with devoted attention before finally pulling away...

They showered together, trying to keep their hands to themselves as much as possible, making sure things didn't escalate further. They dressed in comfortable silence for the matchday and breakfast went by swiftly- both unable to eat their fill due to the nerves awaiting the impending El Clasico.

After which, they went back and forth on whose car to take to training, eventually they settled in the older's car.

Even as Pedri drove, he could sense the younger's agitation; he noticed from the corner of his eye, Gavi's knees bouncing up and down. He placed a steady hand on the younger's thighs and massaged him in slow motions while his other hand dealt the wheel.

"Calm down, Gavi... It's just another El Clasico, and you're great at them." The older spoke, trying to soothe the younger.

"It's not just another El Clasico..." Pablo sighed, " It's the last match of the season... the last match in Camp Nou forever..." The younger looked down with a sad frown.

Pedro understood why this match was so important for Gavi, because not only was it against their arch rivals Real Madrid and the last match of the 2022-23 season, but it would also be the last match in the Camp Nou before it's deconstruction.

Pablo had grown up in La Masia, watching matches after matches, he'd seen it all- legends and flops, trophies and failures, chants and jeers, sweet victories and painful defeats. The current stadium taught him everything he knew.

And for as long as he could remember, as an academy kid, he wished and hoped for nothing but to play in that same glorious field someday, on the same green grass that had tasted Messi's talent, Iniesta's magic, Xavi's flair, Neymar's skill and so much more.

He still recalled the day he finally stepped into that ground as a first team player; the adrenaline rush, the buzzing in his ear,  deafening cheers by Culers and the feeling of belonging... belonging to Camp Nou.

He was born to play in FCBarcelona ...

"Hey..." Pedri's voice brought him out of his trance, he spoke softly,  "It's just going to be a few years away from Camp Nou, they're getting it reconstructed... But we'll be back soon..."

"Yeah...." The younger mumbled, heaving a sigh, " But it'll never be the same..."

He was stubborn on his sour mood.

He hadn't notice in his gloom that they'd already reached their destination. Pedri pulled up inside the isolated parking lot, relieved to finally be able to give all his attention to his nervous wreck of a baby.

He turned to Gavi and held his face, placing a soft peck on his lips.

"It's going to be all okay..." He whispered affectionately, his thumb slowly caressed younger's cheek, "Sometimes, certain things change against our will, and yet we need to learn to live with it, that's life. I know how much this stadium means to you and the memories it holds, but trust me, we'll create history for ourselves in the next one."

And just like that, Pedri always knew exactly what to say.

The younger's eyes lit up with a sheen of unshed tears at the thought . He nodded, unable to bring up words as Pedri placed a loving kiss on his forehead.

"Now, my love... We need to leave before Xavi barks at us for getting late."

"Ye- Yeah .." Gavi let out a watery chuckle.

~~~

Football matches had been a necessity his whole life, but Gavi could never get rid of the pre-match jitters, even now, as he stood in the tunnel seconds before heading out, he was a mental mess.

He moved his neck and cracked his knuckles anxiously. Frenkie, standing in front of him looked back with a slight smile, and side hugged him as if to say , 'it's okay' .

Gavi tried his best to ignore their rivals beside him, making snarky comments in his direction. He clenched his fists and pretended to not hear them.

Pedri was right behind him, hands on his shoulders; massaging his tense muscles. He leaned in, but not too close to gather attention, he whispered,  "We're gonna do great.."

Pablo looked back with a half smile and nodded in agreement.

Soon they headed out the tunnel amidst loud deafening cheers of thousands of Culers and Madridistas; all clothed in their own colours with flags soaring high up. The energy in an El Clasico was just  something else.

And just as the fans were bloodthirsty, the players knew they had to deliver; they were out for blood tonight and it was going to be as crazy as ever.

The moment the referee's whistle blew, the field sprang to life...

The tension was high with Barca's possession of the ball, the Blaugrana side could already feel from the first minute that their opponents were up for a highly intensive and pressuring role on their part.

And like every El Clasico ever, the play soon became dirty; multiple fouls on either side, neither clubs were being angels but what happened next was plain unacceptable-

Pedri ran towards the boy on the ground with unfocused eyes...

His boy...

It was in a matter of seconds that the collision occurred-

One moment, Pedri had the ball at his feet and with the corner of his eye he could see Gavi run ahead, a slight hand movement indicating a green light for a pass and just as he'd kicked the ball towards him, Vinicius; totally out of position,  came in charging at the younger and dived right into his ankle.

Pedro watched helplessly as the younger fell to the ground, grasping at his ankle with an awfully pained expression, face covered in sweat and strands of grass.

Before he could even register himself, he'd reached Gavi's twisted frame, he kneeled before the boy, heart pounding loudly against his chest, blood rushing unrestricted to every vein while blistering heat bounced off his torso.

He brought a shaky hand over the younger's placed on his ankle, but Pablo was too much in pain to notice... The older's heart ached with unrestrained displeasure at the inability to help him in any way. He fumbled around him uselessly, watching the younger writhe in pain.

He helplessly touched the younger's tear stained  cheeks as medics examined the already bruising ankle before carried him off in a stretcher.

He knew immediately that his head was not going to be in the right place for the rest of the match.

But what made his blood boil was the referee's incompetence when he simply let the Madridista go with a yellow card despite the heavy foul.

Araujo, Frenkie, Lewan, Kounde and many other teammates immediately surrounded the referee with disagreements and calls for a re-evaluation but all that went ignored by the man in neon.

The whistle indicated the restart of the match, already in it's second half, most of the players already limping with the harshness they had endured, while the score stood 0:0..

By the 80th minute, the older was fuming; jaw clenched and hands fisted, his vision blurred out on everything but the goal as he made a straight run towards the box, accompanied by Lewandowski  and just in time flicked the ball into the net with great precision.

The stadium burst into an uproar by fans as the whole of Camp Nou celebrated in elated surprise, the joy of beating Real Madrid in their home soil for the last time in the current Camp Nou.

Many more victories were to come in the new stadium , but this one had ended its journey with a phenomenal victory against their greatest rivals.

The fans erupted in a chant of Pedri's name as the team celebrated their goal ; clashing and hugging, jumping on each other with blinding joy... except for the scorer himself who was still caught up with unbridled worry for Pablo.

Xavi substituted the number 8 soon, seeing his distracted state and having an idea why, with a replacement by Fermin. He patted the boy on the back as he walked off the pitch and straight into the tunnel with zero hesitation, head in the clouds, only filled with his boy.

"Wait..." A staff stopped him by the arm, "The match isn't over yet, you could be penalized by the board."

He was met with a flushed Pedri, lips bleeding by his constant biting the entire match after Gavi's injury. He looked pleadingly into the staff as he wiped the sweat off the top of his lip with his jersey.

"Ple-Please" he choked on his words, " I've to be make sure he's okay.."

The man seemed to  immediately understood the mentioned boy as he released Pedro's arm.

"But-"

"Let him go...." Xavi said, barely turning around, "The season's over, and no matter what we do, the board hates us anyway."

Pedro nodded thankfully at their coach as he took off to see his lover...

He practically ran into the medical room in search of the younger; a thousand thoughts per second and huffed out a relieved sigh when he saw him sitting on a bed, left leg propped up, in a cast. His eyes were glued to the tv screen, watching the current match go into extra time.

The older cleared his throat and received the much needed attention by Gavi, Pedro felt like he could breathe properly again, like the restraint in his throat had automatically disappeared.

"So..." He stepped in hesitantly and placed a careful hand on the cast, "How-  Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." The younger huffed, " It's not that bad.."

He watched the older's fingers glide over the cast in gentle strokes.

"Not that bad? Babe, you're wearing a cast, this must be a third grade sprain..." He sat himself on the bed next to the younger, engulfing him in a hug...

"Ew... You stink.." Gavi spoke half-heartedly, no intention of breaking away from the older.

"My poor baby..." Pedri placed a soft kiss on the younger's forehead and settled his lips on the skin there.

'I'm okay... Really." Gavi tried again, he knew it was pathetic but still.

"No, you're not. But it's okay, I'll take care of you, love..." His soft lips moved against the younger's forehead in slow movements, earning a sigh.

"I know you will... But I'll be a burden for you." The older frowned at his words as the younger broke away from the hug to look at him.

"Listen-"

And the stadium erupted into loud cheers and shouts as Barcelona bid farewell to Camp Nou with reminiscent nostalgic videos and speeches by club captains and Xavi.

They listened in shared silence at the ceremony taking place above , which sounded nothing more than  hushed murmurs for the two but they still realised that they had missed out on something significant for the club...

"Just drop me off at my parents..." Pablo's voice broke the older out of his thoughts.

He frowned again before he finally registered what he meant, the season had just ended, which means vacations had begun automatically.

"No, you're not going anywhere... Except to Tenerife with me..."

Pablo couldn't help but smile at the adorable demand as Pedro hugged him again; arms encircling the younger's waist and face buried into his neck.

And yeah, maybe his lifelong childhood club; his first love, was saying goodbye to their old stadium just a few feet away...

But he'd rather be there than anywhere else in the world...

A/N: Love how Xavi is all 🥰💌💞❤️ in this story and all 💀😡😤💩 in the other...also foodandsleepforever, I finally used your prompt for injured Gavi but I just couldn't find it in myself to write a Pedri foul.😭😭😭 My boy's wayyy tooo calm for that🌚 but then again at the end of the day, this is just FICTION so maybe nex time...👀