Team Z was currently occupying the locker room before the match against Team V. Iemon was going on about the new tactic, since the team was now reduced down to 10 viable players. It was a drag, really. The fact you were within a 20 twenty-foot radius of Kuon at the moment made your skin itch.
All you've picked out from the lecture was to look out for their numbers 9, 10, and 11. You just wanted to get out of this goddamn room and to the match. Finally, you'd get to play those cafeteria guys and see if they're any good. Hopefully, they would be.
Guess who made their dramatic-ass way onto the field? Definitely you guys.
You all sort of stood there idly while you waited for Team V to show up, they were really taking their sweet time. It would be really sucky if you guys lost this game. You weren't sure what would happen to you if your team got eliminated, Ego conveniently never shared that information with you. You probably wouldn't have to leave, if he was in a good mood, but maybe he'd stick you doing...like actual work for him...
You shuddered. Absolutely not.
Team V walked through their entrance, of course without forgetting to pose once they entered. You saw Nagi and Reo at the forefront, along with some guy with bulky glasses. Those three were in fact the 9, 10, and 11 Iemon was pissing his pants about. You couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing that they would be able to make the game more interesting.
It didn't take long for kick-off to start, Reo pushing the ball down the field. You had to note, he had amazing ball control. Your team managed to intercept the pass from Glasses to Nagi, and you quickly got the ball over to Bachira. He sent it way down the field, pressuring Gagamaru to bump it into the net with his head, to which he hit it off the post.
Lovely.
What was also less-than-pleasing, was that Nagi and Reo copied your play and got the goal as soon as the goal was back in their possession. Reo's ability to nearly exactly copy Bachira's pass with one look, Nagi's trapping skills, and your goddamn menstrual fatigue gave this game quite the bleak outlook.
Your teammates were shouting about how convinced they were it was a fluke, but there was no way in hell. They knew they could pull that off, and they could probably do it again. What could you say? You were proud of your accidental dinner acquaintances.
Proud, but also lost as fuck, because as soon as you got back to reality, Nagi had already scored another goal. In fact, that shot he pulled looked kind of like that one you showed Bachira. That bitch is copying off the compilations, too!
This game was absolute bullshit. It was humiliating, to say the least. For fuck's sake, in the time it took to figure out your left from right, Glasses had buried the ball into our net.
"You guys ready to get to the real fun?" Bachira asked you and Isagi at the restart.
You were sure as hell ready for a nap, "Uh-huh," you nodded instead.
Isagi started, "I don't know, th-"
"Oh, c'mon!" Bachira cut him off with a pass and started toward the net.
You figured you'd follow suit, so you ran as fast as your legs could carry you at the moment. Which was, tragically, not very fast.
Improvise, adapt, overcome, right?
"Isagi, here!" He passed you the ball and ran down the field himself. Considering your options, going anywhere yourself was not the best move at the moment, so you sent a long pass over the players to Bachira. He took that chance to get around the defenders and put the ball into the goal. Thank god.
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