𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼

"For fuck's sake."

There you were. Masculine haircut, snug chest-binder, and the overwhelming urge to roll your eyes permanently into the back of your head.

"Oh, shut up. This place was expensive, it's a privilege to be here, you brat." Seems the devil incarnate himself decides to speak.

"You barely gave me a choice, Ego."

The two of you were standing in front of Ego Jinpachi's latest and greatest idea. The Blue Lock facility in all its obnoxiously grand glory. It was pretty cool, you had to admit—not to him, though.

He scoffed from your right. "You've been on Japan's U-20 Women's football team since you were 15. Suck it up and stop whining. You'll be fine." The long bastard still wasn't even looking at you, simply reveling in the likes of Blue Lock.

Man, he sucks at compliments. You sighed. "You said it yourself, this binder is going to make it harder for me to play."

"Okay, well? It's only necessary. Your hindered abilities will make it fair for the others as well as conceal your identity." He had finally turned to look at you. His stare was burning, egging you to challenge him.

Right, all of this bullshit was his idea. You were to participate in 'Blue Lock' to better the players around you with a challenge. At least, that was Ego's plan. This just seemed like glamorized practice to you.

There was still a catch, of course. You couldn't partake as a girl or with your real name, in hopes not to bring unnecessary attention to yourself. A girl stuck in a building with 300 teenage boys while being the esteemed [Surname] [Name] of the football world, was not a mix Ego wanted to see play out. He was confident they wouldn't recognize you, for whatever reason. You were to be surrounded by idiots.

"At least I'm getting out of school for a while." Your interest suddenly piqued, "Hey, how the hell did you get my parents to agree to this?"

"Who gives a shit? Go inside and change into the uniform. The bus with all the boys will be here soon." Ego picked up your bag from the ground and shoved it into your chest before taking your shoulders to push you toward the door.

You frowned.

Your reflection in the mirror of the bathroom showed your figure clad in the Blue Lock unitard. The material let loose around your waist, affectively concealing your more feminine features some.

You pinched a loose part of the uniform between your fingers and sighed. It'll have to do, I guess.

You already regretted agreeing to this.

The titled 'Team Z' room was eerily silent before the long-awaited boys started filing in. They didn't seem to notice you sitting against the back wall by your lonesome. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips from their anxious expressions. What? It was nice seeing men suffer.

That same smile was wiped clean off your face about a moment later when they all dropped their belongings and began to change.

It only took a split second for your eyes to find suddenly find an interesting speck of dirt on the ceiling. I am seriously going to kill that Vector looking motherfucker.

It was Ego's voice crackling through the sound system of the room to finally let you know you could stop craning your neck skyward. He was ranting on about some game of tag, but you were more concerned with the boy sleeping peacefully in front of you to listen attentively. Scratch that—you weren't concerned, just jealous.

A ball suddenly shot out one of the panels lining the walls toward a kid with a buzzcut and full eyebrows in the middle of the room. He fumbled with it nervously before aiming toward a group on the side opposite of you. They easily evaded and Buzzcut, whose name on the board was Igarashi, turned his attention to your still seated form. His target was locked.

You stood up as he winded his leg back to shoot. I'll take it easy, this stupid thing is seriously restricting my ribs.

Jumping up and trapping the hurdling ball, you swiftly sent it back toward Igarashi's chest before he could react. An audible 'oomfpt' left his lips while he fell back on his ass. Men struggling! Whoo!!

"What the fuck, man?! The hell was that for??" Igarashi snarled as he recovered. He looked pretty pathetic, still rubbing his sore behind.

A soft scoff was let out under your breath, "You were aiming for me, dumbass. Expect me to stand still and pretty while you tag me? Are second-rate players really downright delusional?" You bit your tongue once you processed what had left your mouth, you should have fewer conversations with Ego. The isolation was getting to you sooner than expected.

Steam was practically rising from Igarashi's ears, he wanted so badly to intimidate you, assert his place within this bullshit ice-breaker game. The blank stare you returned to him only fueled his fire to absolutely oblitera-

Oh. His eyes slowly trained on the boy who had been snoozing away in front of you this entire time. Buzzcut took the opportunity to kick it toward a vulnerable opponent.

The previously sleeping kid sprung up and gained skillful possession of the ball, a change so quick it caused even your eyes to widen. "Mornin'," was all he had to say as his dark brown and yellow hair still swayed back and forth from the movement.

You had made your way next to a built, tall ginger before flicking your inquiring gaze to the stats board. Bachira Meguru. The said striker seemed to have set his mind on a dumb-struck noirette you could see to your right.

The time was ticking down to the last couple seconds when Bachira shot the ball straight toward the kid. You could tell he reacted on pure reflex when he redirected it into the blonde pretty boy's face who was passing in front of him.

Yeesh. That's gotta sting.

"I see your timer has run out, you unpolished gems," Nails on a chalkboard. "Okay. Kira Ryosuke, you were the last 'It.' You can fuck off." Even you had to say Ego's tone of voice was chilling.

You were amused by watching Kira weakly sputter protests while trying to cover his gushing nose, like he couldn't even begin to believe he was already being kicked out. Somewhat resigned, he sent a glare toward the guilty-looking black-haired guy as he left.

The sound of the speaker system crackled back to life as the lanky menace began to talk again. We're a team, ego, special sized room, blah, blah, blah. You didn't care, you already knew all the information he was irritatingly spewing. He'd made sure to beat it all into your head before you even stepped within 100 feet of Blue Lock grounds. Something about how if you were to be helping him, he wouldn't tolerate incompetent trash.

Ego finally closed out his stupid little speech. You looked around and sighed under your breath. These fuckers looked so awestruck like they just unlocked the secrets to the universe.

This is just to get out of school, this is just to get out of school, this is just to get out of school.

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you guys cannot be seriously calling Ego fine ... say sike ... please