𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

"Isagi, do you think he's dead?"

The pair of you were huddled over Bachira, who was currently dead to the world. You'd been trying to wake him for the past five minutes to get ready for the day's practice and absolutely nothing had worked.

Isagi shook his head, "No, but he will be if you keep suffocating him with that pillow."

Your eyes widened and you quickly lifted the pillow from Bachira's snoring face, "I forgot I was doing that...well, at least we know unconscious adrenaline won't wake him up."

"Everyone's already eating..."

"Oh!" you brightened, "You know how like when people are in comas, their favorite song is supposed to wake them up?" You were truly quite the genius, if you do say so yourself.

"A, we don't know his favorite song. B, we have nothing to play music with."

Okay, never mind.

You pursed your lips for a moment, "Alright, you grab his left hand. I'll get the other one."

You and Isagi pushed the cafeteria door open with your backs, dragging Bachira's limp form in tow.

"How is he so fucking heavy?" you grunted and let the boy's arm fall next to the rest of his body once you were through the door frame.

Isagi wiped his forehead with his sleeve, "You tell me."

"Why is Bachira sleeping on the floor?" Kunigami called out from his table.

"We can't wake him up!" Isagi shouted back.

You sighed and retrieved your meal. It was disheartening to have to eat the same thing three times a day, every day. The food managed to look even sadder and soggier than usual, maybe it was feeling the effects of being locked in this building, too. Resigned, you sat down with your tray at the table along with the rest of the team.

"Where do you guys think Kuon is?" Luckily, Kuon was nowhere to be seen, saves your knuckles a pounding, but you were curious anyway.

"He better be fucking thankful it's not here, I'd kill him!" Raichi yelled, you shrugged in agreement. Rivals to partners in crime AU? You'd look pretty good in an orange jumpsuit, in your opinion.

Isagi shook his head, "You guys can't murder him. What he did was screwed up, but so is this entire competition. He just wanted to survive."

You pointed your chopsticks toward him, "Wanna be an accomplice?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I can take care of the evidence."

"Amazing." you smiled, "Anyway, assassination plots are for later. We still have to wake him up." Your arm lazily motioned toward Bachira, who was still snoozing on the floor. Cafeteria floor. Disgusting.

You pushed out from your chair and walked over to him. Crouching down to where your mouth was level with his ear, "Wake up and I can show you another trick-shot during warmup."

He immediately jolted up and his head knocked with your nose. Your hand flew over your face to hold it.

"Fucking hell!" you yelped.

He looked back at you and grinned, "Sorry!" he said, completely unremorseful.

You grumbled under your breath but stood up and yanked him off the ground as well, "You sleep like a goddamn rock, Bachira."

"Thank you!"

You gawked.

Your team was currently occupying the weight room. You had just previously attempted to pick up the dumbbells Kunigami was using, quite effortlessly. Meanwhile, you nearly collapsed back over the rack. There'd never been much use to building up your upper-body strength, something you were currently regretting.