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Goal 7 | Let Go

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Goal 7: Let Go

After eating at the cafeteria alone, he brought his futon and went to the monitoring room because he knew he'd be there and because he doesn't want to sleep with the team anymore. Igaguri's snoring is more like an alarm clock than a lullaby so, no.

On his way to the monitoring room, he recalled what he just did to Bachira in the bathroom.

Ueyama forced himself on Bachira to shake the feeling away. A small whimper was heard from him, it sparked an excited and lustful desired inside that he bit him on his shoulder through his clothes. His mind was in the gutter and was seeing his girlfriend instead of Bachira.

"Ue-chan- it hurts-"

The familiar voice snapped him back to where he's currently at and what he's doing. Dreading the situation in front of him, he quickly detached himself from Bachira. "I-I'm sorr- what the hell.."

Bachira tried to reach out to him, "Ue-chan?" but he slapped his hand out of his face, he didn't intend to but..

"Get out. Now."

The change of tone made Bachira flinch and retreat his hand back. "Okay." He made his way out of the bathroom and even closed the door for him.

Once he was out of the secluded facility, his hand reached up to his hair and clutched on it. Thoughts raided his brain, regrets galore and guilt tripping him. "I'm so sorry.."

"Hotaru.."

The door slid to his right and saw Isagi and Chigiri. "Ueyama-kun? What are you doing here?"

"Same question, what are YOU doing here?" Ueyama lets himself in and puts his futon down on a corner. "I can't sleep, that's all."

"Well, who wouldn't? You scored a goal that secured the whole team's win. That must've felt good. Considering how you've looked down at Mushroom like you just killed him, Blue Lock-wise, killed his entire soccer career." He continued on as he pats down the creases on his futon. Isagi sweatdropped as he looked at Chigiri. "Chigiri said the same thing."

"See?"

The three were quiet until Isagi spoke again. "I noticed lately, you two are close. I mean you two can be very quiet at times, that's probably why you two got along so quickly?"

"What are you even trying to say here, Sproutbean?" Ueyama raised a brow at him that made Isagi flinch at his suspecting gaze. "Uhm, Ueyama-kun, do you know what Chigiri's weapon is?"

"You're very persistent." Chigiri added. "W-Well, you won't tell! Just as you said earlier, you helped me analyze my weapon better 'for the team to win'. I am also asking for the same purpose."

"Yeah, I do know. It's really up to him to say, not me. Ask the person of the subject, cadet." Ueyama tucked himself in his futon, preparing to sleep. "But he won't-!"

"Not my problem."

"A right ACL tear."

Isagi's attention was caught and his eyes landed on where Chigiri's hand was, on his right knee. Ueyama raised a brow at him but well, just as what he said, it's up to Chigiri.

"That's the injury I got a year ago." Isagi's eyes widen at the revelation. "Doctor said if I hurt myself or worse, on the same spot again, my playing days are over." He stood up and Ueyama also sat up from his futon, he can't seem to sleep too so he decided to hear the conversation. "I used to have it, Isagi. An amazing weapon and the days where I couldn't sleep because I scored that got my heart pumping. Plus, the dream of becoming number one striker. Even though it's already healed, I'm afraid it'll shatter if I tried harder again. The soccer that gave me happiness and my dream, I'll lose all of it and I'm scared even at the thought of it." Chigiri made his way for the door as he continued on.