Cyril Blevins had always thought the boy next door wasn't very bright.
For example, when Cyril moved away, the boy cried and wouldn't let go of him. He even said that when they grew up, he would marry him.
Cyril, who had been raised as a girl as a child to conceal his identity: ?
"I'm a boy."
"Then Cici is the prettiest boy, too! I'm definitely going to marry you!"
The blond boy wasn't listening at all.
Cyril, younger but unusually mature, hugged the little kitten.
"It's not like I'm never coming back to Dortmund."
They kept in touch, and when they met again on Borussia Monchengladbach's first team, everyone teased the younger boy whom Reus had wanted to marry as a child.
Reus was exasperated. "I was a kid! I didn't know what I was saying!"
He couldn't help looking to see how Cyril would react, but all he saw was an encouraging smile.
Cyril smiled on the outside, but was already sticking pins into a little straw doll in his mind.
Thus began a carefully planned scheme years in the making: they were both secretly in love.
Cyril: He'd never like me. (Pretends to turn and fall into someone else's arms.)
Reus: I don't! You're accusing me unfairly! (Grabs him, fails to hold on, and falls over.)
P.S. It's bittersweet, but the overall tone is sweet.
Theme: The captain is the wife, after all
