𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

When you woke up on the third day of Blue Lock, you made a note to be thankful you were still breathing. A feat in itself.

Sitting up, you noticed the Team Z room was deserted. You thought you saw a tumbleweed roll by in the corner. For the first time since you've been stuck here, your ears could pick up on the faint hum of the hefty air conditioner. Maybe Ego decided to take budget cuts with their lives, you wouldn't put it past him.

With a final yawn, you walked to the cafeteria, where you could hear excessive chatter and yelling from inside.

Aw, turns out they're still here after all. You must have just managed to sleep through the screaming that goes on in the team room in the morning because everyone was already chowing down their breakfasts.

Once you got your own tray, you sat next to Isagi who was talking to Kunigami across from him. You'd have to explain last night, or else he'll think you're some freak, but it was probably too late to prevent that.

"Isagi."

Both he and Kunigami paused their conversation to look at you, "Oh! Hey, Kazuma. You finally woke up?" Isagi smiled politely as he faced you.

"Yeah...I was pretty knocked out," you cleared your throat and swallowed your pride, "By the way, sorry for last night. I, uh, must have been delirious from the exhaustion or something." You painted a smile on your face, begging him to believe your bullshit, or at least pretend he did.

He nodded, "It's all good. Hey-" looking up toward Kunigami, he smiled again, there was an unmistakably mischievous glint in his eyes, "Kunigami, want to practice with us before the match?"

Okay, he didn't ask if you even want to go, but whatever.

The ginger swallowed his food, "Yeah, sure. We'll need all the practice we can get."

You raised an eyebrow, "Alright."

After you all changed into your uniforms and you spent ten minutes in a bathroom stall breathing for dear life, you met Isagi and Kunigami on the practice field.

You picked up a ball and held it on your hip, like a sassy soccer-mom in an ugly tracksuit, "What exercises do you guys want to run?"

Kunigami waved his hand toward you dismissively, "Y'know, you never shared your weapon with the team. What is it?"

Queue the Jeopardy music.

Now, how do you answer this question? a) Say your weapon, and possibly reveal who you are on the slim chance they follow women's football or b) Make some mediocre shit up.

Option C. A mix of both.

"Oh." A momentary pause, "I'm good at long-range precision and one-on-one," you managed to state confidently. It was the muddled down truth, it'll work.

Kunigami and Isagi brightened at your response. Was this 'practice' ploy to figure out your weapon? Was that why the latter dismissed last night so quickly? "Sweet! Kunigami, get into your ideal shooting position. Kazuma, you stand three quarters down the field on the opposite side. I'll defend." Isagi had already started walked toward the goal as he commanded you two.

And, so, you did. Over and over. Isagi changed the situation a few times to fit different scenarios, he was surprisingly good at coming up with drills.

Members from Team Z filtered onto the field as they finished their meals, and soon enough, Isagi had the entire team running up and down the grass. You had to say, the teamwork dynamic pf the group drastically improved from yesterday. Especially by applying Kuon's new strategy, maybe he was good for something other than clapping.