ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. [ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.]

Chapter 9

Minutes pass by, as the scores rise. Both Team Red and Team White fight for goals, and because of Isagi's backheel goal, the scores were tied to 4-4.

GOAL !!

Team Red                vs               Team White

4                -                4

Team White rejoiced whereas a certain bob-cut began to deeply contemplate, striving valiantly, almost desperate to catch up to Rin, Isagi, and you. He peers at your direction, trying to think of an idea, or at least, something to catch up—to be good enough for you. And yet, nothing. He's worthle-

"Snap out of it, Meguru." You flick his head softly as he stares at you with adoration, his thoughts was cleared by the mere sight of you. You leaned in and whispered, "Believe in yourself."

"Whoever scores next wins the match..." Aryu uttered, his attention turning to Rin's direction. "All you... Give this everything you've got.." Rin enunciated, looking at his team, and then directly at your eyes.

"All you... Give this everything you've got... I'll get us a goal." Rin enunciated, looking at his team, and then directly at your eyes. You approach Rin with a frown, leaning in as his stern façade twists to a small blush. "I'm exhausted by being just here, Rin." You whisper in his ears, your breath brushing his neck.

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you face-to-face as you smirk. "How about you be good and just follow my lead?"

. . .

The whistle hissed and reverberated around the large field and Rin took action almost promptly, passing the monochrome ball in your direction. A muscular man—who you presume to be Barou—came rushing to the floor incontinently as you succeed in circumventing him. You grin at the sight, ignoring his body on the floor as you resume running toward the goal.

A pink hair rushing toward you, running fastly as you run faster. He was perplexed. He knew you were fast, though he didn't know you could outrun him. Isagi runs to you recklessly, desperate, even. His plans, his improvement, all of it, gone because of you and he loves it. Being ruined by you.

You pass the ball to Bachira, his face full of confusion and above all, fear. He ran unconsciously, his mind was lost in smoke, skeptical to what he wants to do. His helplessness distracted him as Chigiri stole his ball, his body rolling on the lush grass.

"Nice one, slowpoke!" Chigiri kicks the ball away from Bachira, as both Barou and the ball rushes toward you.

You avoid him as he stumbles and fell on his face again. "Falling for me twice? How romantic of you."

You gave him a playful smirk, passing the ball sloppily to Rin direction as Isagi saw the chance and took it. Oblivious to the purposely flawed pass, he took the ball and tried to twist the game somehow, however it was only a mere subterfuge of yours, a trick to deceive.

Isagi approaches your team's goal and kicks the ball with his right leg in an attempt to score, but unfortunate for him, and as planned, Rin deflects it with his head.

The ball bounces on the grass, and to Bachira's direction. He catches it with his left thigh. He turns to the opposite direction almost immediately, dribbling toward team White's goal with a look of determination and... frustration? He ceases at the sight of Isagi in front of him, gritting his teeth as he tries to find a solution.

"Bachira! Pass here!" Aryu shouts from his side while Bachira only glares at him before attempting to do a nutmeg, and succeeds. He was subsequently greeted by Chigiri, who was also passed by another nutmeg, and last by Barou, who also falls for it.