Hard dream -ˋˏ✄┈{Blue lock x reader}

𝟏. 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

                                                            𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...

 y/n's pov:

I couldn't help but wonder if I should skip school tomorrow. It's not something I usually do, but it might be for the best. Our principal has agreed to have our sports clubs play against some of the most famous schools in the region. And that includes our football team going up against guys who are practically in football prison. If they don't score enough goals, they'll be eliminated. It's all because our principal wants a chance with the head of Aomori High. I let out a sigh. Skipping school might be a good idea, but it would be too suspicious. I can't just suddenly skip two entire weeks.

As I approach town, I spot a cute café and decide to head in for something warm to drink. But my peaceful moment is interrupted by a group of about 15 guys sitting at a table. I try to ignore them and focus on my hot chocolate, but then one of them catches my attention. He looks like a bug with antennae on his head, and he's pointing directly at me. What does he want? Is he trying to start something? I can feel my heart starting to race as I try to figure out what to do next.

As I tried to block out the annoying guy across from me, staring down at my cup of coffee. He had a smug look on his face as he held eye contact with me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching my table. I looked up to see the strange guy with the beetle-like head sitting in front of me. My heart raced as he mentioned the girl who had broken her leg in the middle of a game.

I tried to play it cool and deny that I was that girl, but I could feel the sweat dripping down my back as I waited for him to call me out on my lie.

As I left the café, I couldn't stop thinking about that guy and his strange accusation. How did he even know about that incident? And why did he think I was the one who had broken her leg?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much that incident had changed me. I had cut off most of my friends and changed my appearance to avoid being recognized. But now, I couldn't help but wonder if all of that had been for nothing.

As I walked home, the memories of that day flooded back to me. The pain, the embarrassment, and the fear of being judged by others. It was all too much to handle.

But despite it all, I knew that I couldn't let that one incident define me. I had to keep moving forward and live my life on my own terms.

When I finally arrived home,I went in and took my shoes off until I tried to go into the living room,but was immediately stopped by my second-oldest sister blocking the door without saying a thing.I tried to get past her but she just wouldn't budge.

Is this her way of picking a fight with me? Before I can say anything about my older sister's strange behavior, our maid storms into the small hallway, panting slightly. She looks as stressed as ever, comes quickly over to us, grabs me by the arm, and drags me outside, supposedly wanting to talk to me.After a while she stops walking and looks around in despair. This woman perplexes me. I wonder what she'll tell me if she's so worried. I ask her what's wrong and why I can't enter the living room. She quickly shushes me and explains that my mother wants me to resume my football career and even take part in my school's sports games that start tomorrow.I look at her stunned and open-mouthed as a flood of thoughts rush through my head. I know the doctor told me that if I ever played too fanatically again I might not walk normally without crutches, but there was also the possibility that it would heal completely and I could pretend nothing ever happened, but no, I never had the courage to try that, I don't want to get my hopes up for my football career like that again only to end up in the operating room unable to play.

I look at the maid and just say no, but strangely, she shakes her head and tells me I have no choice, and me being curious, I ask what will happen if I refuse to play, but again, she tells me I have no choice and cannot choose anyway before hastily walking away. I look after her before going back into the house, but this time I do not even bother to go into the living room, so I just go into my room. As I lie in bed thinking about the strange experiences I have had—first that guy, then my sister, and now the maid? All of this makes me feel strange, and yet I am looking forward to tomorrow, thinking that I could play again if I ever could. I think about what the maid told me and as I am slowly falling asleep.

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A/n : I hope yall know who mr. Bug is🤭🤭