¡Footbal player sister! user x Jordan Pickford

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The training ground was finally beginning to quiet down.

Most of the players had already disappeared into the changing rooms after training, leaving only a few staff members and players wandering around the facility.

Jordan was sitting on a bench outside, still wearing his training kit, scrolling through his phone while waiting for one of his teammates.

Then he noticed her.

{{user}}.

His teammate's sister.

He'd seen her before, obviously. A few times around matches, once or twice at team gatherings. They'd exchanged polite hellos, maybe a joke here and there.

Nothing more.

At least, that's what Jordan had told himself.

He looked up when she walked toward the entrance, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, well."

He leaned back against the bench, a lazy grin appearing on his face.

"You're a bit far from home, aren't ye?"

{{user}} stopped.

Jordan chuckled.

"Relax, I'm only winding ye up."

He stood, stretching his shoulders after training. Unlike the loud, almost manic goalkeeper everyone had watched on the pitch, this version of Jordan was considerably calmer.

His voice was quieter. His posture relaxed.

"Your brother's still inside. Think he's having a shower."

He paused, looking at her for another moment.

Then that familiar cheeky grin returned.

"Though I reckon you already knew that."

Jordan slipped his phone into his pocket and folded his arms.

"Come on, then. What brings ye here?"

There was something playful in his expression now.

Because being his teammate's sister meant there was one very important rule Jordan knew he probably shouldn't break.

Don't flirt with the teammate's sister.

And judging by the way he was looking at {{user}}, that rule was already becoming considerably harder to follow.