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↳˗ˏˋlord of the fieldˊˎ˗ ↴
Y/N L/N, also known as the lord of the field. you were incredible at soccer, your skills looking supernatural. your quick reflexes and raw strength was enough to make anyones jaw drop.
you were invited to play a match against bastard munchen. a u-20 team who were also extremely skilled your team was known as the [team name] and the mascot was a black cat. of course, you accepted the invitation because why not? after all, there was barely any other teams willing to play a match against yours.
the match was in 1 week. till then, you have been training your limbs off. finally, it was the day of the match.
the match was held in this arena looking thing, with fake grass and metal walls. you decided not to question it, for you did not care where you played soccer. as long as the opponents were worthy, you didnt care where the soccer field is.
one of their players, who appears to be a forward, caught your eye. ' i wonder who he is. ' you wondered, looking at the guy with blonde to blue hair and a complicated haircut. the guy turned to look at you, catching your gaze. he smirked.
the round started, one of your teammates had the ball , while the bastard munchen people were trying to steal the ball away.
you however, had no defenders near you at the moment. you had snuck away when all the attention was focused on your teammate. " [random name], pass it to me ! " you yelled. [random name] passed the ball to you, surprisingly. you ran with the ball, aiming for the opponents goal.
one person, however, had been watching you and tailed you. that person being the one you had your eyes on before the match. " tch. " you kicked the ball to someone else.
at this point, no one had scored a goal yet. finally, you stole the ball from someone in the bastard munchen team. three people were tailing you. you dribbled past them and kicked the ball as hard as you can, making it into the opponents goal.
the goalie was late by a millisecond, earning you one point for your team.
" goal. " you said. cheers were heard as your teammates gathered around you, celebrating your goal.
the score was now 1-0. recollecting yourself, you got into position. you narrowed your eyes at the person who was observing you from afar. he smirked again and mouthed the words ' loser. '
you were so going to beat his ass.
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the score was tied, 2-2. you were slightly panting from all the running. taking a quick sip of water, you made your way back to the field.
round started, you had the ball. you passed the ball to your other teammate, who successfully caught the ball and made his way to the goal.
you had a trick up your sleeve. you were going to pretend to kick the ball into the goal but actually pass the ball to someone else, and they will kick it into the net.
( kind of like how you would fake striking a ball in volleyball. you know that one scene, yeah i have no clue on how to play soccer so sorry if it doesn't make sense )
you got ready to kick the ball, the goalie readying his position. once you were about to kick the ball, the goalie jumped up to block it, but you passed the ball and [random name] kicked the ball into the goal.
goal.
the timer went off. the score was now 3-2, your team victorious. you drank your water and sat down on one of the benches. a certain blonde to blue haired male following suit.
" what do you want. " you coldly said, refusing to look at the diy haircut guy. " no need to be so cold, i just wanted to know how you are so skilled. " the guy said.
" who are you.? " you asked. " ohoho, interested in me aren't ya ? " the guy said. you ignored his comment. " answer my question. " you said.
" michael kaiser. i'm pretty popular, how come you don't know me ? " kaiser said. you shrugged. " i guess i'll get going, see you later kai-san. " you said, getting up.
" wait before you go, whats your number ? " kaiser asked. the people on the field looked at kaiser in concern. not wanting to embarrass him any more, you scribbled down your number on a piece of paper before handing it to him.
kaiser smiled slightly. ' lord of the field huh ? '
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since then, you and kaiser have been talking a lot. occasionally, kaiser would ask to train with you, which you accepted.
the two of you have been really close. you had gradually started growing feelings for him. kaiser felt the same way. he felt at peace whenever you were around. you being oblivious, you ignored the feelings, just thinking it was another headache and you were overthinking.
who knew the lord of the field was a big softie for michael kaiser ? your teammates would constantly ask about your relationship with kaiser, and you would dismiss them with a simple ' just friends '.
you had learned a few tricks from kaiser, and you taught him some of your simple skills.
you two were in a room, chatting about some useless things. well, it was mainly kaiser. you were just listening to him rant.
" hey n/n, " n/n was a nickname kaiser had given you over the time you had hung out together. " yeah, kai-chan ? " you responded.
" ...do you like me ? " kaiser asked. your face heated up. " w-why do you ask that ? " you questioned, hiding your now red face.
" its a simple yes or no question. "
" ... "
" well ? " kaiser was starting to regret asking you. what if you found him weird ?
" yes.. " you said. you were about to question why he asked that until he leaned in and roughly kissed you. your mouth slightly opened due to shock. kaiser took this as a chance to slip his tongue in.
finally, you pulled away, panting. " w- what was that for ?? " you asked. " i like you too, n/n. " kaiser replied.
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the lord of the field and the forward of bastard munchen are dating. the rumours spread like wildfire. you and kaiser didnt care a bit. recently, you told your team about the news, and kaiser did the same to his team.
you loved kaiser will all your heart, and he did too. nothing in this world can change that.
