BLUE LOCK - a place where soccer is more than just a sport and a future of worldwide glory is within grasp. Desperate to prove her worth and break barriers, Keiko Iteya fights to hold her own in a rigorous competition against 299 young men in Japan...
***** This chapter will include multiple languages! Moving forward, sentences spoken in English (in the story) will be underlined while other languages will be italicized. Any suggestions for better rework of the non-English languages is appreciated and encouraged! Thanks! : ) *****
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I walked into the cafeteria the next morning, being the last of my team to get ready due to the soreness of my arm. Somehow I had managed to get my sports bra on and my training uniform and the sling, without help. This was a considerable and challenging accomplishment. Go me.
The boys were already eating, making conversation at the table, though it was mostly Bachira and Isagi conversing while Aryu and Rin casually listened as they ate.
"Hey Keiko-chan!" Bachira greeted when I walked in.
"Hey Sunshine-kun," I replied as walked straight to the scanner to get my food. Once the distributor popped up my tray, I picked it up and carried it back to the table. To my dismay, the only seat available was next to Rin.
I frowned at this before placing the tray on the table and sliding into the chair to the right of him.
"How is your shoulder feeling?" Isagi asked, blinking at me as he ate some tamagoyaki.
I replied honestly, "It hurts, but I'll be fine. Thanks for asking." I was purposefully ignoring Rin, who was giving me a side eye from where he rigidly sitting only centimeters away. "How is everyone, today?"
"We are excited! Isagi and I were just telling Aryu and Rin-chan about our time in Team Z," Bachira told me. "We also told them about Kuon's betrayal and how you took Nagi's game winning shot to the face in the last match of the First Selection."
"Yeah, that hurt like a bitch," I said and used my left hand to reach for the chopsticks on the side of my tray. Then I paused, my hand hovering over it as my eyes scanned the tray in deep thought.
Everyone was staring at my puzzled expression and Aryu asked, "What's wrong?"
I cleared my throat before murmuring, "I've never really used chopsticks with my left hand." Slowly I picked them up and positioned them between my fingers carefully before moving to pick up some rice. As I tried to capture the food, the chopsticks fumbled out of my fingers, one dropping into the rice and the other rolling across the table. I blinked with wide eyes. "Uh..." Quickly I grabbed them again and once more tried to use them.
The boys only watched silently as I majorly struggled to pick up food, once, twice, and then three times.
"Iteya-chan," Isagi said after a moment. "Why don't-"
"No, no," I told him, concentrating as I tried once again to pick up some rice. "I think I have it this time."
Somehow, I managed to pick up two grains of rice and put them into my mouth.
