𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

A fight broke out on the field.

The reason why was fuzzy, but you could clearly make out the ugly, burning feeling of rage rapidly flushing your chest.

A built girl from the other team marched her way to your figure, her face so close you could feel the hot of her breath on your skin. You grit your teeth and you could practically hear the enamel grind off.

The girl in front of you swiftly used her palms to force you down onto the ground. When your tailbone hit the grass, something inside of you, something that had been gradually building itself up the entirety of the match, snapped.

Your mouth moved on its own, the melody reverberating deep from your chest, "This is my fight song..."

You jolted up from your futon and gasped for breath. Eyes blown wide and fingers subtlety shaking.

That was the worst nightmare you'd ever experienced. Something sent straight from hell—maybe Ego himself.

Yeah...yeah, that was the only explanation for a dream that daunting. This place pushed you closer and closer to insanity every day. Singing...fight song...in public...

You shivered in horror at the thought. 

When you finally looked up from your lap, you saw all the Team Z guys sitting in a circle. This scene had played out one too many times. Had they really not matured past kindergarten that they had to sit like they were still in it too?

Yes.

You stood up and shuffled over to their weird meeting and Isagi scooted from his place next to Chigiri to make a space for you.

"What are you guys talking about?" you rasped.

"Women!" Naruhaya, Gagamaru, and Igarashi sang out in unison. You hadn't witnessed a look of pure glee on their faces like this in all the days you've been here, like kids opening presents on their birthdays.

You frowned, this was not going to be a fun conversation, "Oh."

Igarashi went pale like he just gotten shot and you tried your damndest to suppress a smile.

"What's with the face, Kazuma? You seem like you're great with the ladies!" Bachira pointed a jesting finger toward your direction and you lifted a brow.

"Because he fits right in with them," Chigiri snickered quietly from beside you. Promptly, you nailed him in the arm with your elbow.

"Speak for yourself, asshole." You cleared your throat and tucked your hands back in your lap, "What makes you say that?" Your eyes stayed on Bachira as you heard Chigiri hiss under his breath.

"You're pretty!" Bachira grinned, "Girls like that!"

You smirked, yeah—I mean, if you were going to be a guy, of course, you'd be a hot one. "Yeah, I mean, what can I say."

Isagi exasperatedly rolled his eyes and smiled in the corner of your vision, "Shut up man," he jested.

"Sounds like someone's jealous I get all the bitches!"

Ego hadn't announced when your next match would be, so Team Z took to practice.

Fun!

Obviously, it's not that you didn't like the idea of practicing. If you didn't enjoy the sport of football, you would most definitely not be in your current situation. But, the problems with concealing your identity create were never-ending. Someone could probably toilet paper a mansion with a list of the all the bullshit it caused. Not to mention how weird it was not to be addressed by your name for so long.

On the field, the practice pennies reeked of B.O. and so did everyone else on the grass. A desert could be watered with the amount of sweat being produced by the 11 people occupying it.

It had been a few hours and the exercises were starting to die down. You were stretching your fatigued limbs on the grass next to Bachira while everyone else cleaned up. What helpful teammates you two were.

"I've never felt so goddamn sweaty in my life," you muttered. The glaze clung to your skin like syrup, you'd never wished for a shower so desperately.

Bachira perked up from your right where he was leaning down to touch his toes, "It's probably because of that extra shirt you always wear." He eyed your shoulder, where the faint outline of your binder pushed against the tighter area of fabric on your uniform.

You sputtered. How did he notice that? "...No." Bachira furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to push further, but you cut him off, "Um, it's just extra...padding? Yeah, uh, I like... used to have this special move..the ball would constantly batter against my chest, so this is just protection." Wow! Super convincing liar alert, sound the alarms!

The boy's eyes brightened, "Really? Show it to me!"

Man, you didn't think this through, "Nah, I don't think right n-"

You were interrupted by Bachira grabbing your bicep and placing you 30 meters in front of the goal. He ran off and promptly returned with a ball he shoved into your arms. You barely had time to process what the fuck was happening.

"Do it!"

When you finally pieced together the past ten seconds, you sighed. You didn't actually have a trick like this mastered. "Alright. Walk over there and overshoot the pass above my head."

You really weren't sure if this could even work, honestly.

He excitedly sent the ball over you once he was far enough, and you bumped the ball up with the top of your head. Once it reached its apex and started back down, you hit it back off your chest, and bent down to cradle the ball on the nape of your neck. Flicking it down from there, you shot the ball straight into the net.

You heaved a relieved sigh. You actually pulled that off. The whole move was a vague recollection from something you'd seen in an **ULTIMATE TRICK-SHOT COMPILATION- BEST OF FOOTBALL 2015 [BROUGHT FANS TO TEARS](NOT CLICKBAIT)** video a long time ago. And they say the internet can't teach you everything.

Bachira came rumbling up from your side and tackled you to the ground, "That was so cool! Can you actually do that in games?" he beamed from above you.

"No, it's impractical. I just, uh, really liked to practice it." A tight smile was on your face while he was still on top of you. He grinned in return and finally started to get back up. You took his outstretched hand and he lifted you off the ground.

Fuck football, you should get a degree in improv.

After you dusted the dirt off your uniform, you looked back up to see the rest of the team shuffling out of the door. You were about to follow everyone out, but that water bottle on the bench looked really appealing.

You sat down on the bench and chugged it down, when you wiped your mouth with your sleeve you saw Isagi and Kunigami break into a sprint around the field. Didn't they leave?

It didn't take long for the rest of the team to follow suit and follow the two in the 'endurance training' you heard them briefly shout something about.

You took another long swig of the water bottle. You were honestly proud of how long you'd made it all day, even with the hindrance, so why stop now?

With a resolved grin, you bounced up from the bench and started toward the group. That was until, two steps in, your breath caught in your throat and the black spots in your vision flooded the entirety of your sight.

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