CAREFREE • BLUE LOCK x M!OC

Anxiety • CHAP 3

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Some guy named Kira Ryosuke had gotten eliminated, of course not before throwing a tantrum like a big baby.

I guess he got the ego part down, seeing as how that ego of his got crushed brutally.

I couldn't care less though, there was a bigger problem at hand right now.

All the men here were fucking hot.

I sipped my cup of water as my eyes scanned the cafeteria filled with other chattering males, my gay ass can't handle this.

It's been 3 days since got here, I've watched them exercise, eat, sleep and repeat in that period of time. Of course I was doing the same, while also avoiding any unnecessary social interaction.

You'd think it was because I didn't like people no, not quite.

It's because I can't even begin to phantom starting a conversation like a normal person without social anxiety crashing down on me like an anvil every single time.

I guess it's partially my fault, I closed my self off from the world after finding out what happened to my parents as a coping mechanism.

I wanted to achieve their dream of winning the world cup one day. Pretty cliché right? I don't really care how you see it as. I loved my parents and I didn't mind carrying their dream to the next galaxy if I had to.

But first, we must tackle my absolute gayness and lack of social skills. I'm sure world cup participants can actually say 'hello' to people without panicking.

Either way, speaking of hot men, Kunigami and Chigiri particularly caught my eye. I didn't exactly have a type but I did have to admit that they were pretty attractive.

I watched them as they looked for an empty table to sit down, my eyes accidentally locked into Kunigami's.

Oh God.

The orange-haired man found his way to the empty sit next to my left, not even bothering to ask if it was empty of not, Chigiri followed along suite as he sat in front of us.

I looked down at my tray of food, trying to ignore Kunigami's body heat that was literally invading my personal space! Who the hell put the chairs so close to eachother?!

I heard the man grunt and open a bottle of water, he quickly chugged it down.

Chigiri was different, he carefully put spoonfuls of food into his mouth, not caring enough to look up or even share eye-gaze with me.

There was something gentle about the way his eyes fluttered too-

Woah woah, I think I'm reading too much into this.

I shook my head and attempted to focus on finishing my food when another male decided to sit on my right side. I froze and looked up to see Isagi?

He pouted slightly as he compared the different meals we both got due to our ranks.

"Did you want some?"

Why the fuck did I open my mouth?! I also somehow wasn't panicking??

I guess it was worth it when I saw the dark-blue haired males eyes light up, he picked up his plate and pushed it towards me.

I gave him a bit of my food and he grinned largely, "Thanks Akira!" He exclaimed greatfully.

"Suprised you remember my name." I muttered quietly, not knowing if Isagi even heard me properly or not.

"Huh, yeah I do. Why wouldn't I?" He replied, startling me. I stared at him keenly, not only because I was intruiged but also because I was having a somewhat normal conversation with another person that wasn't my Aunt.

Truly a miracle on my part.

Shit, now I'm overthinking it.

"U-uh, you can have the rest, I should go." I stood up abruptly, quickly escaping his gaze and leaving him dazed and confused.

I quickly snuck into our room and tried to regulate my breathing.

I was annoyed at myself. How couldn't I be? But at the end of the day, it wasn't something I could control.

I made my way into my locker and pulled it open after punching in the code, I quickly rummaged through my bag and pulled out my sketch book.

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We had to train in the field after my little drawing session for them to calculate our new ranks.

I was now at rank 273.

All of my roommates filled into the room at some point in the day, the air was suffocating and my perfectionist ass couldn't help but clean up after all the messes they made.

I sighed as I picked up yet another snack wrapper.

I should just become a maid at this point.

Everyone was pumped because the next selection was beginning after 25 people got eliminated in the last round of their fucked up version of 'tag'.

My shoulder bumped slightly into someones back as I bent down to pick up another wrapper in between our sleeping bags, that slight bump made me lose my balance a bit.

I looked up to see who it was and was met by Kunigami's light orange eyes, I could feel my self slipping forward as I tried to balance my body.

Ah fuck.

I suddenly felt a strong grip hold unto my upper arms.

Kunigami had caught me, he stared at me quietly, scanning my body to see if I was okay after almost falling on him,

"You should be more careful." His deep voice boomed as he stared deeply into my eyes with pure concern.

I totally didn't imagine us getting married and having our own dream mansion in that moment. Nope, I did not.

I realized I was still in his hold and felt a blush creep unto my cheeks. I quickly escaped and muttered a small 'thank you' to him before going on to pick up the rest of the trash.

AHHH WHY DO MEN??

My heart shouldn't be racing like this, this is outrageous. It's one thing to think he's attractive already but after hearing his voice that closely, I think I fell in love.

I shook my head again, trying to shake off the phantom feel of his hands off of my upper arms and forget that moment.

"I'm here to play soccer, not simp for hot men." I muttered to my self, while slapping my cheeks with both hands.

"Why not do both?" I heard a low voice whisper causing me to jump.

It was the male that was sleeping earlier in the first stage, he had bi-colored hair like me except, his was black and yellow while mine was black and light brown, he stared at me with his deep and wide eyes and a sly grin.

"Big buff guy over there got your heart pounding?"

Another attractive guy, great.

"What are you taking about, hah?" I said to him.

"No need to play dumb." He pouted at my statement, "You've been staring at all the men all day, I saw you. Are you a fellow homo?" He whispered, making sure nobody else could hear his outrageous question.

"I'm straight." I lied through my teeth.

"No straight man stares at other men all day."

I sweat dropped at his comment, how did I even get into this situation again?

"I um, have things to do bye!" I said before running past him and out the door.

This place will be the death of me.

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