NIKE -Blue Lock-

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I'm not satisfied but I can't just make y'all wait years to write something that maybe could be worse than this. So, good luck reading this?

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"We're like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk."
(Luigi Pirandello)

"Miss Vinciguerra, your motorcycle has been fixed. You can find it in the private garage."

"You're such a darling, thanks buddy."

"It feels wrong being called buddy, I am twice your age miss."

Nicole paid no heed to the chauffeur whose name she had not yet memorized, grabbing the glass she had prepared.

The contents of the drink were a mixture of Gin and Schweppes, a concoction she used to make when she was younger to get drunk at house parties. It was basically a badly made Gin Lemon, with more Gin than lemon since she was in control of the doses.

She happily put the straw between her lips, grabbing a second glass and heading out to the pool.

They had found a solution to replace the top of the costume (which she could not wear because of the lace-up that would go on her back), and now she was wearing one of those adhesive bands that not only covered her breasts but also supported them.

At least she wasn't naked.

"My fucking angel." said Shidou to her in thanks as soon as he saw a glass appear in his line of sight, quickly grabbing it and tasting it.

His was less loaded with alcohol than Nicole's, and in fact was more pleasant on his taste buds.

The girl lay down on the chaise next to the blond's, lying on her stomach since she couldn't rest her back on any surface.

Beneath her there was a book, Sei personaggi in cerca d'autore, of a famous Italian poet named Luigi Pirandello.

The boy next to her was lying on his back instead, with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and one hand behind his head while with the other hand he held the glass.

"It's not good for your skin to be under such a hot sun..."

"Mind your fucking business and let us shine, you skincare freak." the blond replied to the pink-haired boy, bursting out laughing when he saw the girl continue drinking and reading as if she heard nothing.

Sae sighed silently, looking at them from behind his sunglasses.

Their tanned skins seemed to glow even brighter under the white daylight, almost as if their bodies were natural magnets of sunlight.

But Nicole's ... her skin seemed to summon the sun and demand its attention, as if the purpose of it was to exist only for her.

Her hair let fall over one shoulder was a fiery red color, the long lines that troubled her skin were even more obvious under that light, while the rest of her smooth skin seemed to shine like a mixture of gold and bronze.

Her back was gently arched, her shoulders high since she was propping herself up on her elbows to read. The sinuous line between her low back and glutes was simply impossible to ignore, and his teal eyes could only return to that spot again and again.

Unlike the two of them, Sae was enjoying the shade of the parasol, with his linen shirt providing more protection against the dangerous rays that could speed the appearance of wrinkles.

It had been five days since the girl had arrived at the dwelling and, surprisingly, their cohabitation was possible. 

Which initially was a source of doubt given Shidou's unbridled enthusiasm, Sae's taciturn distance, and Nicole's need for independence and her changing attitude from one extreme to the other.