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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

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╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃- Kira's nose bleed, as he continued to glare daggers at the boy who held no emotion in his face. "What's wrong, Kira-kun? Lock off." Kira could hear the mock in your voice, which only filled his fuel even more. 

Everyone, but Bachira and Isagi, looked at you. You were being so... harsh? Maybe, you had some problems with Kira? Or, was it just that he had currently lost? 

"Isagi-kun, what are you doing? Wait, what is this? What just happened...?" Kira stared at Isagi in disbelief. "I'm sorry. The ball just came out of nowhere, and I..." Kira sits up. "Huh? Dont give me that-" Kira was cut off from the clapping that came from the screen.

"Diamonds in the rough, only results matters here. Losers lock off. Kira Ryosuke, you are disqualified." Ego stuck his head forward into the screen. Kira gasped, everyone staring at him.

"This is bullshit," he speaks up. "How is it possible for my future career to lie in tatters... sll because of some stupid game?!" Kira shouts at the screen. "I'm Japanese football's jewel in the crown!" Kira points to himself.

On que, everyone stares at you before turning back to Kira.

Bachira just ignores Kira and pulls you into his lap, caressing your head with gentle strokes. You didnt pipe up to say anything about it, wanting to let Kira have his little temper tantrum.

"You're telling me that Igarashi and  Isagi-kun are more talented than me, huh?!" You huff, not taking his insult to Isagi lightly.

"Why does this silly game of tag even matter?! What does it have to do with football?!" Ego bashfully scratched his head with his index finger. You tuned out with Ego said, already knowing his answer, and not wanting to listen to Kira's rage burst.

"Isagi targeted someone ranked higher than him, not the fallen Igarashi. [Name] stole the ball off of Isagi and passed it onto Bachira, predicting his movements, and knowing what the outcome would be by passing it to Bachira. Bachira gladly accepted the ball from his childhood best friend and went after the strongest person."

Bachira tilted his head and continued squishing your cheeks, not falling to notice how Kira turned to you in a fit of rage. Bachiras grip on you gradually gotten tighter. 

"That's a selfish obsession with victory that isn't affected by the group's common sense." Ego raises his hand. "That's the egoism of the striker that I'm looking for." Bachira twirls your hair on one of his fingers and his hair on his other hand, smiling. 

"B-but he came at me, out of nowhere...Bachira came at me!" You cover your ears from Kira's shouting, and Bachira just frowns at your action, putting his hand over your hands that were covering your ears.

You could just imagine the terror Isagi was feeling when Kira looked away, as he backed up away from Kira. Just then, Kira exits the room.

Isagi stared at both you, and Bachira. Bachura stuck his tongue out, while you just smiled and waved to Isagi. "Why did you take the ball from me, and why did you pass it to me? You would've lost if hadn't kicked it!" Bachira turned to Isagi, your head still in his hands. 

"Hm? Because i knew you'd kick it. It was written all over your face." You nodded along . "I trusted you to kick it!" Isagi deadpanned. "But why...?" You hummed. "Something told me to take the ball from you, and just trust you at the end. I did, and i was right, was i not?" Isagi cheeks flushed. You trusted him?