The Flying Eagle (Bluelock x male! oc)

Chapter 2

Thankfully, much to Usui's gratitude and happiness, their head-to-head clash did eventually end.

Now, it was time for everyone to make a choice.

"If any of you unpolished gems dare to be the world's greatest spiker, then step through this door."

Just as Ego had announced that, a door behind him had almost instantly opened up, revealing what looked like a gateway to heaven when really what awaited them was pure hell.

"Oh well, we're leaving Kunigami."

Grabbing onto the confused orange, Usui walked past all 298 participants who were still standing there in shock of what to do next, confidently marching onto what would bring him the football that he's been abstaining from for so long.

Only looking forward, he did not look back as his confidence was only boosted by Ego's inspiring yet overly dragged out speech of football.

'Just you wait, Blue Lock...'

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"And... we're actually going to have to wait."

After signing a compulsory and obviously-not-sketchy consent form, Usui quickly ran towards the back of the bus of which would bring him to the actual Blue Lock facility, looking for a place that was no as sunned on.

Although him and Kunigami were among the first to step through the doors, the large crowd of people that followed on afterwards ended up separating the two.

'There goes my seating partner.'

Usui let out a heavy sigh, finally plopping down on the seat he had deemed as the most shadiest among all other seats.

Just as he was about to doze off, he had felt that the seat right next to him was suddenly occupied.

Lazily looking up to observe the mystery figure who had dared interrupt his resting time, he had realized that he was not the only one analyzing the other.

A pair of bright yellow eyes were locked into Usui's own, as what looked to be an overly excited man child was seated right beside him.

"Hey, are you that 'Flying Eagle' that I had seen in the past? It's really been so long!"

The boy asked, a huge cheeky smile plastered on his face. His black hair with some highlights were messily covering the sides of his face, and his eyes were just so captivating...for all the wrong reasons.

"Uh, not really. My name's actually Usui, but if that past nickname sounds better than suit yourself."

Just as he had finished his little introduction, Usui was met with a hasty hand held towards his direction, beckoning him for a friendly handshake.

"Well I'm Bachira Meguru, but just call me Bachira. I was aiming for a spot like this, free of sunlight and snooze distractions, but I guess you beat me to it!"

Hearing this, Usui could only release a slight chuckle as he apologized in a sarcastic manner. Truth be told, he did not feel sorry at all.

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"Say, Bachira. Are you not scared at all?"

Usui randomly pointed out to the male beside him, who was on the verge of sleeping for all of eternity.

"Scared? What exactly is there to be scared of, Usui? I've seen you play on the field, and you don't just have a monster in you, you're a monster yourself."

Eh?

Before Usui could inquire any further, the bus had finally come to a halt, and everyone including Bachira began alighting the vehicle.