❝I love you so much that I'd do anything to make you mine, even if it means taking drastic measures to keep you by my side forever. After all, what is a little sacrifice compared to the eternal bliss of our love? ❞
╰┈➤ You have always been a bright...
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{No one's pov}
"Please tell me, Barou," Isagi started, his voice filled with curiosity as he walked slowly towards the seasoned striker. "How can I become... a striker who can score goals like you?"
Barou looked at Isagi for a moment, his gaze measuring and intense. He then took the soccer ball that was under his foot, keeping it still, and suddenly kicked it with precision, aiming for Isagi's face.
"Baro-?!" Isagi exclaimed, his words cut short as the ball struck his face with force, sending him crashing onto the ground.
As Isagi sat on the soccer field, clutching his now reddened face, he couldn't help but feel bewildered. "Hey... what the..."
Barou walked away, his words sharp and biting. "Use your own brain. Loser."
Isagi watched Barou in silence, the pain subsiding, but the confusion lingering. He couldn't understand why Barou would react in such a way. Gathering his resolve, Isagi called out, his voice filled with admiration. "Wait! You're the top scorer in Wing 5 with ten goals... You can score all by yourself. You're the most amazing guy I've ever met here!"
Barou turned around, his gaze meeting Isagi's. Isagi continued, his voice filled with determination. "I don't want to leave here! I... want to win! I want to become someone who can fight on his own, like you!"
Barou remained silent, contemplating Isagi's words and the fire in his eyes. He couldn't help but be intrigued by Isagi's unwavering spirit. Slowly, Barou approached Isagi, his expression serious.
"Listen, loser. That ego of yours, that can't be helped... having stupid dreams..." Barou's voice carried a mix of harshness and concern as he held the soccer ball under his foot.
"Huh?!" Isagi's surprise was evident in his voice. He couldn't comprehend why Barou would speak so disparagingly.
"But," Barou continued, his voice softening slightly, "if you're serious about this, about becoming better, I'll show you what it takes."
Barou's words hung in the air, and Isagi's eyes widened with renewed hope. This unexpected turn of events fueled his determination even further.
"You will?" Isagi asked, a spark of excitement in his voice.
Barou nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I'll crush that ego of yours, here and now."
With those words, Barou started running towards Isagi, the soccer ball at his feet. Isagi braced himself, ready to face the challenge head-on.
Isagi's heart pounded in his chest as he saw Barou charging towards him. He knew he couldn't compete with Barou's physical prowess, but he refused to back down. He had a plan, and he needed to execute it flawlessly.
"I can't compete with him physically!!" Isagi thought, his mind racing with strategies. "I need to focus on the ball and his feet, and watch for a chance to steal it."
