𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

(sorry for the passing out thing ik its a typical y/n moment but idk i have no justification LMFAO)

Fuck did your head hurt. Was this what it feels like to be hit over the head with a brick repeatedly? Probably.

You peeled open your eyes and looked up at the polarizing bulbs on the ceiling. Who needs their lights that goddamn bright?

Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose and you scanned the room. You couldn't help but glare at the figure standing at your right.

"Why the hell are you here, no less, standing there like a creep?"

Ego rolled his eyes and returned your glare, "You passed out on the fucking field," he snarled.

Your features blanked, "Oh."

"'Oh.'" he mocked your voice, "I thought you were a professional. You can't even keep up with some teenage boys' practice?"

"Shut up," you scoffed, "You know exactly what happened." With a quick pat to your chest to get your point across, you noticed it was currently unrestricted. You sighed in relief internally, "I'm trying my best here."

He crossed his arms, "Try harder."

With that, he sauntered out of the office.

Your eyebrows pulled together and your brain pulled at the air for answers. He was there for all of ten seconds and he'd managed to get under your skin. The fuck did he want you to do? Seriously?

Instead of wasting your precious, valuable time, you hopped off the patient's bed and walked out into the hallway.

At that moment, you realized you had no idea where your team was, what they were doing, or what day of the week it was. That fucker really left you hanging.

Before you could spiral into all the ideas of where to find Team Z, your stomach grumbled loudly, like when you're sitting in a silent classroom full of people kind of loud.

Not caring for the eating schedule for the fifth stratum's teams, you started your trek to the cafeteria. Hell, it could just be your team's time to eat for all you knew.

You proudly opened the door and froze in your tracks once you saw the inside of the room. The cafeteria was not empty, nor was your team there. In fact, this was most definitely not your team.

The boys eating at the tables all turned your direction to stare, they probably didn't expect anyone else to join them. Understandably so.

You cleared your throat, "Greetings."

What the fuck? Only 40-year-old imbeciles on reddit talk like that. Maybe that fall did inflict brain damage.

You decided to brush past...whatever that was, and just get your goddamn food. After pinning in your information to the machine, it finally released what you so longed for. A meal. Without even looking up from the tray, you sat down at the closest table and started shoveling the food into your mouth.

You could feel the weight of stares on you, and you looked up while wiping crumbs off the side of your mouth. You met eyes with the likes of two boys, who seemed to have previously been enjoying their meals. The two stared at you, dumbfounded. There was a long moment of stale silence.

The purple-haired guy placed his cheek in his hand, "Hi?"

"Yo." you greeted stiffly, you just came here to eat, this situation was just uncomfortable.

The white-haired dude seemed to quickly lose interest and look down at the phone in his hands.

Your eyes sparkled, "No fucking way! You have your phone?!"