𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

It was day two of Ego's plan to eradicate everyone in Blue Lock's will to live. You were in the trenches.

Also known as the hallways. Surprise, surprise!

You'd just escaped the gym, for now, and you were on the way to the bathroom to undo your binder for a few minutes. You should have some sort of award for making it this far without breaking your ribs, honestly.

You heard the sound of footsteps gaining proximity behind you, and when you turned around, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Will you please, for the love of god, stop following me into the bathroom?"

Bachira shrugged and cracked a smile, "We'll see, but you said you'd explain yourself yesterday. I can't wait any longer."

"Right..." you both started walking back toward the restroom, and you stepped into one of the stalls and closed the door, "Now that you know, do you realize it's even weirder you decided to come into the bathroom with me?"

"It's not like that!" he whined, "This just seems to be the only place we can ever talk."

You sighed from behind the door and pulled up your shirt, undoing the binder before letting it fall back down. Leaning against the wall, you decided to start your ominous origin story for Bachira, "Anyway, I guess you're right. Now's as good a time as any."

"Okay, okay. Right so, why are you here?"

"Why does it feel like you're interviewing me..." you muttered. "Uh, because I'm a striker. Ego wanted to use me for the whole Blue Lock shtick, more or less."

You heard him start to tap his foot against the tiles, "So, that means you've got to be pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, I'm on the women's U-20 team."

"What!? Aren't you like my age?" he yelled.

"Uh-huh."

"How come I haven't heard of you before, then?"

You took a pause to breath deeply, enjoying it while you could, before you started again, "You probably have, I don't really know how many of you keep up with women's football. But, 'Kazuma Kenji' is not my real name, obviously. Do you know who [Surname][Name] is?"

"Ohhhhh!" he gasped, "I have heard that name before. I don't think I ever saw the face attached to it, though."

You grit your teeth in irritation, "Thanks, dipshit."

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" he laughed nervously, "Anyways...I still can't call you your name though, right?"

"Yeah. Feel honored enough to have all this confidential information yet?"

He stopped the tapping for a moment, you had to say the incessant noise had grown annoying, "I have one more question."

"Spit it out."

"Why do you always sneak into the bathroom, like right now? Is that just a girl thing?"

You briefly wondered how you didn't have a migraine by this point, "I have to wear a binder on my chest to keep up this whole act, it restricts my ribs a shit ton. I take it off in here so I can get some relief for a while."

"I was wondering why your stamina was so bad for a professional!"

"..."

"I-"

"You have three seconds to get the fuck out."

You had never felt worse in your entire life.