: ̗̀➛ 𝐯!𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
―
❝I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.❞
―
➸ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you, an unsuspecting but lucky teenage girl meets japan's best strikers on a cruise and pique their interest.
idk how i think of these interactions. i js talk to myself at 3am and hope for the best
y/n copes with confrontation by being silly :3 (im sorry)(she's like me)(no she's not)
yall should check out my bllk street racer au book thing, its fire 🔥🔥🔥 (srry for self-promotion 😞)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"get in there, bachira, you stupid fuck!" isagi shoved the male into the largest stall in the bathroom.
"OW! that hurts, y'know. you don't have to be so rough with me..." the slightly taller boy jested with a suggestive tone; isagi glowered at him.
"you do know that if reo sees us hanging with y/n, WE ARE GONEZO, RIGHT?!" isagi was seething—he appreciated bachira when it mattered, but isagi was finding it more and more likely that his best friend had only 2 brain cells and those were to eat and play football.
"oh." bachira blinked, suddenly realizing the weight of his mistake.
"I find it hard to believe you got an education higher than preschool." isagi rubbed his temples in frustration; bachira, in turn, huffed.
"w-well! just be lucky I didn't tell reo you were fraternizing with the enemy."
isagi narrowed his eyes and smirked. "you're in just as much trouble as I am, bachira. you're basically my accomplice for enabling all this. if I'm going down, I'm dragging you down with me." isagi gripped his friend's collar and barked out every word. "don't think for a second that even if reo finds out, I'm backing down on y/n. I will do everything in my power to make her mine, just like the title of world's best striker."
isagi's eyes were glowing in determination and egoism, akin to their appearance on the field. that was when bachira knew his best friend was being dead serious. "oh, wow, isagi. who knew you could want something as much as being the world's best striker," bachira smiled. "but you'll have to go through me first, you goddamned egoist. I want her just as much as you do."
isagi raised his brows at the challenge. "then so be it. just like the good old days in blue lock, right?" isagi outstretched his hand.
bachira chuckled and shook his extended hand eagerly. "right."
"you both do know that you're in the woman's bathroom, right?" a voice from outside their bathroom stall called.
bachira and isagi shared a look of shock before rushing out of the bathroom with bright-red cheeks.
────────────────────
"what happened to you two?" y/n blinked, her gaze sweeping over the boys' panting forms in confusion. "did you guys run a marathon?"
with a silent acknowledgment, bachira and isagi shared a moment of silence, the recent events lingering in their thoughts. "nothing happened, don't worry about it..." isagi lied to her while still gasping for air.
