𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲

When Kira finally left after his pity party, a guy with a squint and chin-length hair decided introductions were necessary.

One boy with long red hair and another with a spiky orange cut sat on either side of you while the entire group was seated in a circle. Yes, criss-cross-apple-sauce. Obviously.

You decided to listen as then went from one person to the next, knowing their names was probably the first step you needed to take if you wanted to help them improve.

The kid with aggressively ginger hair to your left started, "Kunigami Rensuke, nice to meet you all." You could tell immediately his assets were probably physical, with the amount of muscle bulk he carried.

The rotation went to the next person on his left, "Gagamaru Gin!"

"Iemon Okuhito."

"Igarashi Gurimu!"

"Naruhaya Asahi."

The next guy just spent a few more seconds scowling at the air, he looked like he seriously needed to take a dump, "Raichi Jingo."

"Kuon Wataru," Yeah, that cheery smile was fake as fuck. Considering his directions from earlier, he's probably the demanding type. Looks like you'll have to deal with taking orders from some high and mighty man. Fun.

The kid who was napping at your feet an hour ago looked way too excited to sing his name out to the group, "Bachira Meguru!" He was sort of small compared to the rest of them. His eccentric persona made you certain he had to be wielding some sort of powerful weapon.

"Isagi Yoichi." The guy with black hair who had buried the ball into Kira's face held a small smile on his lips. You couldn't get a clear read on him, much to your surprise.

The next was the strikingly pretty guy on your right. You could definitely spiral into detail about the way his luscious, long locks of red hair cascaded down past his shoulders, but you digress. "Chirgiri Hyoma," y'know, maybe this person's pulling the same stunt as you. No way a guy-

"Dude, hey. It's your turn." Kunigami was waving his hand in front of your face in an effort to get your attention back. Everyone's eyes were on you, who was seemed to be in his own world.

Your face remained blank as you internally panicked. Shit! What the hell was my name supposed to be?? Godammit, why does that bastard's voice have to be so easy to ignore?

"Oh. Yeah, sorry." You pursed lips. A cold sweat broke out on your neck. The silence was getting a bit awkward at this point. OH- "Kazuma Kenji."

Man, fuck this shit.

Kuon shattered the atmosphere with an over-exaggerated clap, "Alright! Now that we have that done, have some off time for a bit. We have our first match tomorrow!"

You were crouching on top of the toilets in of the bathroom stalls.

Your binder was unfastened, you were relishing this opportunity to take deep breaths. Every living second in this place was an inconvenience.

Ego seriously did not think this through. How were you supposed to live 24/7 with this shit on? Your ribcage would collapse or your lungs would give out, it was just a game of which happened first.

Sweet, sweet breath, oh how I mis- "Kazuma? Are you still in here?" The voice giggled while it drew closer to the stall you were occupying.

Can you not get five minutes of peace in this hell hole? "Yeah." You swiftly redid your binder and pulled the uniform back over your chest. Hopping off the seat, the door opened to reveal Bachira grinning on the other side.