Cold Cold Cold | Blue Lock

Chapter 6

A few minutes before the match...

"Those girls," [Name] started as she began typing her hair up in a simple ponytail. "What positions do they play?" She asked as she stared at the mirror, ensuring her hair wouldn't come loose during the match.

Mikayla's eyes glanced over to where [Name] was as she leaned her back calmly against a locker inside the changing room. "Nanaka's a setter, obviously," She rolled her eyes. "Akane is one of our middle blockers and Chiori's the libero. As for that troublemaker..." The blonde frowned at the thought of the last girl.

[Name] seems to raise an eyebrow at the sudden cut in the other's sentence. "What about her?" She turns around to face Mikayla with an unamused expression on her face.

"She's an outside hitter, simple as that." The blonde shrugged, choosing not to say anything else about the matter. For someone who was usually running her mouth, she sure was being tight-lipped about information on the people in her team.

"And the ones in our team?" She asked. Although it didn't matter since they'll win this game no matter their position, she might as well get to know now considering how they'll be teammates soon.

"Both middle blockers, but they're both mostly on the bench," Mikayla grumbled before narrowing her eyes. "Are you done yet?"

"Yeah, yeah." A quiet sigh left [Name]'s lips as she placed a hand on her hips and gave herself a final look in the mirror. Good enough, she supposes. "They have a pretty balanced team," She started before beginning to make her way to the door. "But that's all they have."

All conversation between the girls outside died immediately as their eyes turned to [Name] and Mikayla as they made their way over to the rest of the group. The blue team, however, seemed to tense up more compared to the rest of them as they gulped at the sight of their opponents.

"We're-" Akane started but the moment [Name]'s sharp eyes turned towards her, she couldn't help but feel her words die in her tongue. She couldn't help but gulp nervously as she stared at the girl, the silence beginning to ring loudly in her ears. "I'm..."

[Name] waited a few more seconds before looking away when the girl averted her gaze and stopped speaking. "Choose, serving or receiving. I'll let you start." This team better be glad she was letting them choose because if it were up to her, she could destroy that team with just service aces.

"We'll receive-" Chiori started only to be cut off suddenly by Akane. 

"We're serving!" Akane yelled out loud, overriding Chiori's voice. Her eyes were wide as she shook her head discreetly towards Chiori. She knew full well that letting either [Name] or Mikayla serve first was practically a death wish.

[Name] had narrowed her eyes before shrugging. "Very well." She then turned her gaze towards the acting referee to their sudden match. "I assume everything's ready?"

"Yes, ma'am!" The petite girl squeaked out as she held her whistle shakily. While she was already a lot shorter compared to those on their team, she couldn't help but feel tiny beside someone like [Name].

"Good," She hummed before turning around, her hair flicking behind her, and walking over to the net. "Frankly, I want to get this over with as soon as possible." She gave a small stretch as she stood in place. "My time is pretty important, so try not to waste it and entertain me at least, you lukewarm players."

Nanaka, who's been the most quiet this entire ordeal, clenched her fist and stepped forward. The head she'd been keeping bowed earlier was finally raised as she confidently made eye contact with [Name].

"Fine," She breathed out before walking over to the spot in front of [Name] on the other side of the net. "I'll make sure to give you a show you'll never forget." She declared confidently as she grabbed a portion of the net in front of her.