Dream on || Blue lock x Reader

Interlude: Memory Core unlocked

Sooooo no update this time hehe. I started school, and i have a lot of hockey and my teachers are bitched and i got sick sooooo yeah. But!!!! You guys get a short story about Name's past and a short teaser for the NEL arc which i think is arguably better lol, so buckle up. Also, i want to know if i should keep this up or delete it once i do my next update in the spirit of keeping the formatting clean. Idk. I suppose it will depend on how well write this little story. Anyways love you all.

"Dad? Why is the plant all floppy and sad?"

A young girl, around the age of eight peeked her head over the counter to look up at the wilted plant. The beautiful pot of purple petunias that had once flourished when your father first gave them to you, were now undeniably dead. The stems couldn't hold up anymore, and gravity pulled them to the ground. The flowers on top that gave your dull home a pop of color now blended into the room, it was obvious that time in this house had consumed it whole.

"It's because you killed it." He said simply, his dead eyes staring into the plant. He put one of his hands on your head, his hand almost bigger than the size of your skull. He kept it there still, almost as if he was trying to comfort you, though doing a poor job at it.

"No!" The young erosion of you protested, eyes widening in horror at his proclamation. "I didn't kill it! I didn't! I- I loved it! I gave it water, sunlight, I even sang to it!!"

The man took his hand off of your head and rested it on his hip, a sarcastic and accusing tone lining his voice. "How many times did you water it a day?"

"Um... I don't know, like twice a day?"

Your father sighed, and picked up the wilting flower from the counter much to your protest.

"There's your problem. You overwatered it." He said. "You're only supposed to water them twice a week, you basically drowned the thing."

You could feel tears sprout in the corner of your eyes. How were you supposed to know how to take care of it! These things needed to come with a manual or something... not that you would read it anyways but still! You could feel your father gently rub your back to comfort you. For a second, a small part of you was glad you killed the plant. A piece of affection, that was something you didn't receive often from the man, and today it was rewarded to you by killing a plant. Though, the guilt of it all eventually overruled your happiness.

"Humans and plants...." Your father said, gazing deeply into the withered flowers. "They're more similar than people realize."

"You think so?" You mumbled curiously, looking up at your dad with a bit of wonder. You only recognized it when you got older, but every time he talked to you he had a sad undertone to him, somewhat nostalgic in a weird way too. You blushed it off as his personality, but with each passing year it seemed to be more prevalent. The conversations held by you two became shorter. And eventually he avoided looking at you all together.

"Yes." He nodded. "If you give a plant too much love- or in your case water then it will die. It's the same with humans. If you give someone too much love, if you smother them with affection- if you force you feelings onto them they will die. Just like a plant, their soul will chip away until they become a shell of a person."

The grip on the potted flowers seemed to get tighter as he talked, deep emotions swirling through his irises. "Those with power who force love onto others... they're simply disgusting. Love is quiet, love is unassuming, love should be hidden. Fairytales that promote love as some magical thing... they're part of the problem. Love is a force for manipulation and self pleasure, that's all there is to it... Remember that, kid."

You nodded silently, taking in his every word. The things he said... they had to be true, right? Because, that's how your father expressed his love for you! He never said it, and he never showed it but you knew he loved you despite that! Even if it was quiet, invisible and you were practically grabbing at bits and pieces of it in the dark you were sure he still loved you! Because he was your family! your blood! This was just his was of showing love, by not showing it at all.

These words, this belief... for the next teen years they would fuel you. You would cling onto this small shred of hope to guide you on days you felt rough. Even if it was more likely you were just being delusional, you held on.

Love was quiet....

Love was unassuming...

and love... should be hidden

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And if not... is it even real love? Or is it a facade, built to manipulate you. Love could only be one thing, like a static line or a one way track. The idea of different types of love, that was impossible.

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Why does this feel wrong?

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"Hey! Stop spacing out!"

You felt a firm, yet soft bonk of your head, pulling you from your thoughts. Grounding yourself back in reality, you could see a bright and bold vibrant green invading your vision. Where were you? Oh right! Blue lock... Football... that's where you were.

Instinctively, you swatted the hand of the person away and glared at them. "Hey! Don't hit me!"

The boy in front of you chuckled, bright blue eyes filling with vibrancy that matched the highlights of his hair. "Oh? But it worked, didn't it? You were so spaced out, I thought you would fly to the moon."

"Ha...Ha...Ha." You mumbled sarcastically. "You're not funny."

The man wrapped his arm around your waist and buried his head in your neck from behind, a smile creeping up on his face.

"I don't know mien Liebster" The male laughed. "I like to think I'm pretty funny... and charming... and sexy-"

"I get it!" You groaned, leaning back into the boy's embrace. It was soft, you liked that. Thinking back on the daydream earlier, you couldn't help but frown. "By the way... why are you so affectionate with me?"

He smiled every more and pinched your cheek, landing a swift kiss on it as well. "Well first of all, I like to see little Yoichi pissed. It's fun to watch his ugly little mug contort in anger when I'm touchy with you~"

"How typical of a prick like you-"

"But!" The male cut you off. "I also do it because I have to! You're meine Freundin, after all~"

"... I'm starting to regret not taking German classes from Alexis..."