itoshi sae, one of the top 11 football players in the world, whose name is feared and admired by many.
l/n y/n, a chaotic yet caring person trying to become a successful artist, whose name is unknown by many and cherished by few.
when these two meet...
the gallery was filled with college students admiring the paintings with tired eyes and influential critics eyeing each stroke they could see in the artworks. everyone was whispering and praising the paintings, amazed at the techniques used by the creator, "how were they still unrecognised by the art world?" they wondered. the steps of admirers and critics on the cold marble echoed through the gallery, all of them far too enamoured by the pieces but didn't ask where exactly is the artist of these masterpieces?
the air was subtle yet fresh, perfect for this scorching summer morning and for you who was starting to sweat at the thought of being around everyone. let alone talking to them. you had all sorts of thoughts running through your head that even you couldn't understand. the thumping of your heart was the only sound plaguing your ears along with the birds chirping.
'i have to go in, it'll be fine,' you thought entering the gallery and thanked that there was air-conditioning, you greeted the receptionist and headed towards the art exhibition. your art exhibition, it was a dream come true, well slightly as this was a local gallery were many local artists held exhibitions regularly for the public. you were talented beyond imagination but there was something stopping you from getting scouted by a big manager or magazine, something was missing from the paintings.
you faced the doors with a small frown and took a deep breath to calm your racing mind.
"i'm gonna kill myself," you sighed walking into the crowd and greeting the few interviewers who were already swarming you with questions.
"what was your inspiration for this collection?" "what are the messages of these paintings?" "what is the story behind "reflections?"
needless to say you were very overwhelmed by the curious eyes and could feel your throat tightening ever so slightly. with a smile and a deep breath you answered, "all of your questions will be answered soon after the exhibition, in the east hall."
with disappointed faces they said goodbye and left you alone. for about 30 minutes you talked with the admirers about the artworks, explaining some of the thought processes you had when creating the paintings and now you were sitting down outside with a cup of coffee. "maybe this isn't as bad as i expected," you whispered to yourself while taking a sip and sighing.
"Y/NNN, I'M HEREEE!!" you were right, this wasn't as bad as you thought, it was worse. lifting your head, you were greeted by a familiar smile filled with mischief and outstretched arms reaching for a hug. next to the dual-haired, spawn of satan was a slightly confused boy with dark blue hair and eyes giving you an apologetic smile and wave before you were being engulfed into a bone-crushing hug.
managing to stop your coffee from spilling due to being on the verge of falling, you gave a honey-sweet smile and greeted them, "meguru, your ass is heavier than your eyebags. get. off." you warned (lovingly of course), and with a huff your friend let go and pulled his companion in front of him.
"this is the great l/n y/n, isagi, y/n this is the lameo isagi yoichi," bachira snickered as an embarrassed isagi defended himself.
"it's nice meeting you l/n," isagi bowed politely.
"how could he be friends with this pile of chaos?" you thought as you returned the gesture with a bow, "it's a pleasure and call me y/n, there's no need to be formal."
after talking outside, you went back into the gallery and showed them your latest artworks on display.
"wow, y/n your skills are really amazing, the painting is breathtaking. i can only draw a stick man." isagi was beyond amazed at your artworks, he seemed like a little child watching their favourite cartoons. you smiled at the thought, holding back a small laugh, and brought them to the east hall away from everyone.
"y/n why did you never answer my texts or calls, i missed your whiny self a lot you know," bachira pouted, sitting on the edge of the stage swinging his legs.
"i did answer, but you fell asleep when you tried answering so i only got half of your replies, dum-dum," you stuck your tongue out playfully at a flustered bachira trying to justify his awful sleep schedule, "ok but how is this blue lock, from what you've told me it sounds worse than a prison, granted i wouldn't be surprised if you ended up there meguru," you said sitting next to bachira while isagi sat on your other side chuckling.
"you have a unique type of humour y/n, but it's something that will make your blood start pumping in both excitement and fear, ego is a fucking bitch too," isagi groaned at the thought of the devil incarnate's stick insect, "i'm so glad i don't have to see him for a month."
"he sounds like a pain in the ass, but what about the other guys there, are they worse orrr?" the gods must have heard your question and decided to bless you with an answer and damn isagi and bachira with the sight of a past teammate.
"what is the world?" a voice spoke with disgust, echoing throughout the empty hall. his teal eyes narrowed on isagi as his raven hair covered them.
"ah, rin, funny seeing you here-"
"shut up you lukewarm extra, thank you for ruining my day even more," rin sneered as he went out of the hall as quickly as he came in.
your eyes widened as your lips formed into a slight scowl, "ooohh emo boy is having a bad day, poor him. also lukewarm? should fix that ash pile on your head with some lukewarm water then talk," you mumbled low enough for the boys to hear.
"you never change, do you? i'm glad you're still the same y/n i know," bachira smiled at you and snickered at your remarks, "but he's not that bad if i'm honest."
"for you maybe, he's very confusing in my opinion. one moment he's ok with me the next he's about to kill me. but wait till you meet his brother, he's even worse, or shidou," isagi sighed, already used to rin's rudeness, "you know what, it would be hell if you met them all, so consider yourself lucky that you never will."
the three of you continued to talk about the blue lock facility, and the incredible opponents they faced while you sat there stunned by all of their achievements and challenges. jokes being shared and laughs ringing through the hall occasionally. you in turn filled them in with how your life was going, what you had coming up and random topics. for some reason you wondered, in the back of your head, what that emo justin bieber's brother was like. surely someone can't be worse than that, right?
oh, the gods just loved to answer you today didn't they.
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notes: ok rin stans don't hate me, we will warm up to him eventually but for now he's justin bieber's emo twin to us.
