𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖘【Itoshi Rin x Reader】

Accismus: Proem

It was one certain late evening, dark skied and somber as few clouds dared to appear on the midnight azure. Chilly gusts of wind flew by, sending chills down one's back as the shy moonlight shone on her features along with a lone streetlamp, lighting up the shabby field just enough for her (e/c) eyes to observe the objective. It was a beaten-up ball she so smiled at the sight of, as if it meant the whole world to her, and no one could come in between, as if the two were tied with a mighty thread of fate, and they moved in blissful sync.

Her being was lost in time, beloved music blasting in her ears as she ran after the ball she passed to arguably no one else, but herself. From an outside perspective, football was a game to play in a team consisting of eleven individuals, yet pure egoism was imbued into her body and mind long ago. Loneliness and egoism tied the knot together beautifully for centuries, and the only one she could see on the field was herself. 

Her cold eyes always managed to show her true emotions and interests, for that was Ego (Y/N), from a lineage of mere ideologists, to each their own.

It was a brief, yet happy moment, that ended abruptly with nothing more than a bitter kick, sending the ball at the entrance of the field, right at someone's feet. She didn't dare raise her glance at the man towering over her. Her figure simply pushed past his bony body in anger, yet a hand of that body caught her by the shoulder, spinning her around to face his pale, yet serious complexion. He pushed her headphones back with a finger and took a deep breath.

"Behave yourself. We have to leave soon." He spoke up, managing his temper with an audible sigh in between sentences.

"What if I don't want to go anymore? What will you do, Jinpachin?" (Y/N)'s voice quivered as she called her brother by her favorite nickname, tears already welling up in her eyes as they still followed the worn-out ball at his feet. She still yearned for it, but most importantly, for the memories made with it.

"We've already settled this. I'm not having this conversation again with you. Come on, you still have to pack your bags." His dark eyes pierced through her, yet his tone arguably changed to a softer one. It wasn't a stranger he was talking to after all, it was his beloved sister, and she deserved better.

"I can't go! I can't give up on my dreams to look at theirs, I'm an egoist!"(Y/N)'s head rose up to finally face her brother, her eyes weeping and her cheeks bearing the bitter tears. His eyes blankly stared at her naive expression, before pulling her into a warm hug and leading her to their house.

"Your dreams, they can't be achieved here." His grip on her shoulder tightened as her eyes glanced back at the ball, left all alone in the lone light of the streetlamp.

With each second passing, her eyes just couldn't look away. It was a familiar sight she kept seeing, yet so fascinating. At that moment, a revelation washed over her like a wave in the warm summer. The scene resembled her, all alone, as the egoist she so strived to be. It was all but a strong facade she so trained within herself.

Her wannabe egoism devoured her entire being.

Maybe this was the turning point, a sign to let go of her past dreams and hindrances and look toward the future where her imbued egoism wouldn't ruin yet another person as it destroyed her, or on the contrary, devour more, until the urge inside of her was satisfied.

Egoists are hungry people, hungry for other people's egos, and for that, she had to aim for the number one, Blue Lock's ace. That is solely why she's going there.

She smiled, the storm inside her heart peaceful at last. Alas, she finally understood true egoism, the one she truly desired, as her head swiftly turned and the ray of light suddenly dimmed.

This wasn't the end, nor the beginning of her ego, only an uncertain continuity.