A/N: Sorry about this (for those who care), but instead of 5 points being necessary to win, I'm going to change it to 6 just for this match.
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Bachira tightened his shoelaces as he and the other three were in the locker room, preparing right before the match.
"Send the ball to me." A voice in front of him suddenly said, making him look up.
"Hm?" Bachira blinked, staring at Aryu who posed.
"Send the ball to me. I'll stylishly win the game." Aryu said.
"You got it." Bachira grinned.
"It better be a stylish pass or he's gonna stylishly strangle you..." Y/n whispered to him in a teasing tone.
Bachira only laughed.
"Hey." A cold voice said.
The three turned and there stood Rin leaning against the door with a stoic expression.
"Let's just finish this already so we can move on. It'll be an instant kill." Rin said, turning as he began to walk away.
"Aye aye!" Bachira grinned.
The four boys (Team Red) arrived on the field and instantly caught sight of Team White who stood on the opposite side.
Team Red
Rin, Y/n, Bachira, Aryu
VS
Team White
Isagi, Nagi, Chigiri, Barou
"Oh!" Y/n uttered as he physically perked up, eyes slightly shining at the sight of Chigiri.
"Will you look at that...Hyo-chan is with them...!" Bachira muttered with a blank grin as he stood beside Y/n, having noticed his reaction.
Then, Y/n and Bachira blinked in confusion as Aryu passed them, making his way over to Team White with an unreadable expression.
"The hell...?" Barou narrowed his eyes.
"He's coming our way." Nagi muttered.
"Hey, you with the red hair..." Aryu started as he stooped in front of one of the boys.
"Ah?" Chigiri raised his brow.
"What hair treatment do you use?" Aryu asked, bringing his hand forth and twirling some of Chigiri's hair with his fingers.
"Huh...?" Chigiri deadpanned.
'What's up with him?'
"I use whatever they've got in the bath, just like everyone else..." He answered.
"And yet, look at these amazingly stylish cuticles...That must mean that this is the shine of your own hair...An all-natural stylishness, is it?" Aryu said, still twiddling the boy's hair.
'What the hell is he on about?!' Chigiri thought, becoming slightly annoyed.
"Hey...Quit touching my hair." He said, slapping the boy's hand away.
'What a freak!'
"Oh, my mistake. It was so beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I'm just too weak to stylish things." Aryu said.
"I'm honored to face someone with such style. Let's shake hands. I look forward to a good match, Chigiri Hyoma." He said, extending his hand.
'So he's the one I'm facing. Ayru Jyubei...He's huge.' Chigiri mused, extending his hand to accept Aryu's.
"Despite how you look, you've got quite the old-fashioned name, don't you? Let's have a good match, Jyubei-san." Chigiri said.
At his words, Aryu's eyes shot open and he bent back, quite dramatically, making Chigiri flinch and quickly back up.
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