𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼

2 hours until match start.

The scene looked pretty similar to yesterday. Team Z was collected in the room, Kuon had the bright idea to figure out the plan for the game. You were standing around with Chigiri, waiting for everyone to calm down enough to start.

Kuon clapped to try and gather the group's attention, "Guys, guys! First order of business, we need to figure out what positions everyone should play."

You raised your hand. You had a pretty good idea of a setup that would work from what you've gathered from everyone so far. Before Kuon could get the word in to tell you to speak, a gruff blonde decided his input was more valuable.

"You! No way in hell is some runt getting a good position." He held up an accusatory finger toward you, "Just stay on the fucking sidelines like you're good for." He turned back to face Kuon, "I'll be striker!"

You rolled your eyes, "I wasn't going to ask for a position."

Raichi slowly craned his head back to face you, his eyes traced your figure from top to bottom, "Your uniform doesn't even fit you right, peasant."

Sighing, you turned back to Kuon while you still addressed the blonde, "Whatever, I don't want to hear it from a kid who looks like he couldn't even color inside the lines with a gun to his head."

"You fucker-"

Kuon clapped, again, "Guys! Calm down! Let's just figure this out with some old-fashioned style rock-paper-scissors."

Chatter slowly filled the room back up for a few moments, Chirgiri came up in front of you and held out his fist, "Good one."

You bumped your knuckles together with his and smirked.

Isagi won rock-paper-scissors and chose to be the striker, you and Bachira would be behind him on the left and right, Iemon was the goalkeeper, etc, etc.

Everyone was sort of doing their own thing in the room, probably mentally pepping themselves for the match in an hour. You were on your back staring at the ceiling, this place was seriously dull. You focused on the small crevices in the blank drywall that spread across the top of the room. The people who filled it in must have forgotten to smooth out that one specific spot. Maybe the employee was just about to, but they suddenly got a call- a call that would chang-

This place was starting to make you lose your goddamn mind.

Shaking your head, you used your arms to push into a seated position, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Isagi. He had his hand on his chin, the same look on his face everyone has trying to understand algebra.

You got up and pattered your way over to him. Tapping his shoulder caused him to nearly jump out of his skin, like he just saw the ghost of a victorian ruler of England. You tried to cover your snicker with your hand while he looked over at you with his hand over his heart.

"Kazuma! Ah, you scared me," he yelped.

You sat down on the ground next to him, "Sorry, it looked like you were going to pop a blood vessel with all that thinking you were doing."

He hummed and looked out to everyone else, "Yeah...I'm pretty nervous, you know?"

No. "I guess." You shrugged, "Say, Isagi, how are you as a player?" It's been about 18 hours locked in this pentagonal purgatory and nothing about this kid has given you any insight about his personality as a player. It was seriously starting to bother you.

"I don't really know how to answer that," he laughed nervously.

You eyed him from the side and saw the sweat running down from his forehead, "Are you okay, dude?"