: ̗̀➛ 𝐯!𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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❝I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.❞
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➸ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you, an unsuspecting but lucky teenage girl meets japan's best strikers on a cruise and pique their interest.
a/n- update is late bc this chap was stressin me out and i wanted it up to the set standards i had for it SO YEAH! enjoy this very long chap!!!
JUST SO YK I HAVE CHANGED Y/NS BACKSTORY A LIL BC I'm bad at planning stuff out LELL!!1 she now knows football. so unoriginal!! WHATEVER ITLL BE USEFUL LATER IN THE STORY ifykwim MUAAHAHA
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isagi yoichi wasn't easily charmed. that much can be said provided his track record of love interests. prior to his sprouting soccer career, he had had a brief situationship with an unremarkable girl. however, it hadn't lasted long due to his immense passion for football and inadvertently, the uncrossable border it had built between them. being the pessimist she was, the girl didn't deem his dream attainable and discouraged him from the chase—leading to the ultimate demise of their relationship.
isagi had as many passing feelings for crushes as an average person would, and a girlfriend or two during middle school. they were never serious though, not when he'd accepted the confessions on a whim in an attempt to impress his friends.
so it was no wonder why isagi yoichi thought he'd caught a stomach bug when a certain (h/c)nette caught his eye. the unfamiliar feeling of attraction pooled in the depths of his stomach as his eyes clung to the lovely color of her hair, and in that timeless moment, he'd realized he'd been mistaken—that the premise of 'love at first sight' wasn't as inane as he once claimed it be. though... he might as well have caught a stomach bug with the number of butterflies that swarmed his stomach when she so much as looked his way.
she was a sight for sore eyes, the only specimen he'd ever laid eyes on that he knew in himself he would never forget—lest the allegations of being a man with no taste be accurate. he didn't even realize the time that trickled by as he stood in line, waiting with the other blue lock members to board the ship when he'd met those bright (e/c) hues. the eye contact he held with her had lasted so briefly that he was sure he'd only imagined it, yet it left him desirous.
he found himself inadvertently gravitating toward her, and in a moment of pure desperation, gathered up the meager courage to ask for her number. but as he was on the verge of doing so, he was pulled out of his dreamlike trance by bachira's insistent tugs. that (h/c)-haired girl was stunning, he mused.
the second instance was during their first interaction. she had been literally dragging herself to the snack hut to fend off the unforgiving heat—much like he had. he caught himself watching her again with an unconscious smile—one that made all the women and men alike in his vicinity swoon.
but out of all the people on the ship, out of all the people he'd met thus far, his sights were set on her.
her doe (e/c) eyes that seemed to glisten under the sunlight brightened at the mere sight of an (f/f) ice cream cone. he liked that—he liked the way her eyes twinkled at the sight of something she enjoyed, it reminded him of the way his eyes shone when he got to play football.
