oh bunny! | isagi yoichi

- expected return

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anri rolled her eyes, staring at a currently knocked out jinpachi ego. ramen bowls were scattered across the table. the skinny bowl cut man didn't even bother to lie down in a proper bed and chose to just snooze off on the floors of the room.

"ego ! ego ! gosh... if you're going to sleep you might as well clean up first." she groaned in annoyance. the mastermind behind the genius blue lock project was like a spoiled toddler, she thought to herself. her pale hands weave through her chestnut hair.

her eyes felt droopy. it felt as though she hasn't slept a single wink since the project launched. maybe it wouldn't hurt to also take a small nap, right ?

it marked one whole school year since you moved to miyagi. a year without isagi yoichi. 365 days since your first kiss.

like your father promised, you moved back to saitama, expecting to be eye to eye with a certain blue haired football player. unfortunately, fate seemed to have another plan.

"i'm sorry for not letting you know sooner y/n, but yo is out of town for this soccer program issued by the jfu."

isagis mom stood behind the front door to her house. you felt disappointment drop into your stomach. so that was why he stopped answering your calls and texts. "the program should end in a month, or he'll come back if the head of the organization dismisses him." she said with a weak smile.

"it's fine, really. it's not like he'll be gone forever !" you say in an attempt to cheer yourself up. "plus i'll be pretty busy from now on. after all, i have auditions to get into a band !"

"my my, good luck my dear child ! i'll be cheering you on !"

the memory replayed in your head as you awkwardly bid the taxi driver goodbye, cursing yourself for being so shy.

i ended up practicing guitar so much at miyagi that i couldn't make friends or build social skills... this is so embarrassing. i can't even talk to strangers without fumbling over like an idiot. this is embarassing.

but that just means that the judges will be blown away by how good i am !

right ?!

the blue building in front of you was huge. from your point of view, it looked like a multiple sectioned square building despite the fact that it was actually a pentagon. big words 'blue lock' were bolded in the middle, a single black stripe striking through it.

you furrowed your brows. was this really where you were supposed to go for auditions ? the fact that it was in the middle of the mountains felt sketchy, and you double checked the address one more time. (you failed to miss that not only did you put in the wrong zip code but also the wrong street name :skull:)

strange.

you approached what seemed to be the front of the building and a passcode was right next to the door, sealing it shut. the steel doors refused to open as the passcode beeped red.

what ? a password is required ? wait...

that probably means the auditions already started ! they're testing to see if i came educated and prepared !

you mentally congratulated yourself for being such a genius. crossing your arms, you thought about what the answer could be. a random six number combination was pressed across the pad and suddenly the doors swung open.

the inside of the building was not what was expected. white walls gave the place an image of a psych ward and there were gray doors lining one side of the hall. there was a feeling telling you that maybe this place wasn't where you were meant to be.

nonetheless, you continued to walk down the hall until you approached the last door, which was told to be where you were to play your music. a large light reading 'Z' was framed amongst the door.

with a click, the door opened and once again revealed what looked like a jail or some crazy mental hospital. there was a single set of lockers on one side and a bunch of blue futons stacked against each other. a single black screen wrote '14:32 individual warm up'.

i guess they want us to practice before the judges come in.

you placed the amp on the ground and connected it to the single outlet in the corner, then unpacking your guitar in all its glory.

it was a beautiful instrument. a jet black guitar with some gold accents and silver strings that glimmered across the body of the guitar. it was always a pleasure to take in the beauty of your electric, as it was one of your prized possessions.

alright. practice for 10 minutes and then its go time !

your pick ran against the strings, the same familiar sound ringing in your ears as you felt music wash over yourself.

the notes felt familiar under the callused tips of your fingers. an imaginary music sheet played in your head as the guitar continued to respond to every press and stroke of the pick.

you would be lying if you said you didn't get lost in your own world while playing guitar.

without warning, the door slides open as 13 boys enter the room all sweaty and worn out. the sound of voices cause you to snap out from playing and you whip your head to see a bunch of random strangers staring at you as though you were some alien.

it's dead silent. you feel your palms accumulate sweat and you stare past the burning eyes of the what seemed to be boys your age.

a brown haired boy with a middle part is the first to break the silence. you mentally worship him for breaking the horrid silence in the room.

"uh... this is a bit awkward."

you're now mentally slapping him at his obvious and stupid remark. the tension simply builds even more and you wish you could dig a grave for yourself right now. that is, until a guy with brown-blonde hair runs up to you with a huge glimmer in his golden eyes.

"is that a guitar ?! no way that's so cool ! i didn't think ego would allow you to bring personal belongings here. so, are you joining team z or something ? i haven't seen you around so maybe you joined us late !"

what is he saying right now ? you have no idea. you can't even respond to his questions because of how many thoughts are running laps in your head.

someone peeps up from the crowd. "bachira, that's a girl."

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