❝Was your presence always this intoxicating? ❞
❝I won't hurt anyone as long as you'll behave.❞
❝How dare that guy tried to get closer to what's mine?❞
❝Afterall, it's only a little sacrifice for our eternal bliss of love~❞
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“Nice work, you unpolished gems,” Ego inquired, his image fixed on the screen, “How's life going at Blue Lock?”
“Are you kidding me?! How could we enjoy this? Can we really get good at soccer in this shitty place?!” Raichi retorted, as you resisted a yawn at his words, ‘He's too loud. I shouldn't have stood next to him.’
“The reason it's shitty here is because you are so shitty at soccer, idiot.” Ego casually commented, running a hand through his hair as Raichi clicked his tongue.
‘I love you, Ego,’ You muffled a chuckle at Raichi's reaction, before leaning a little closer to him, “What happened to your sexy soccer, dear?~”
“Tch.” He looked away from you, but you count see the tips of his ears turning red at the closeness.
‘Probably he's embarrassed?’ You stepped away from him, as the blonde finally exhaled, not even realizing he was holding his breath.
“Allow me to explain a little about Blue Lock, This facility is composed of five wings. Team-B through Team-Z, 25 teams in total, are split into groups of five and living together in each wing. By the way, since one person was kicked out of each room during tag, there are currently 276 of you in Blue Lock.” Ego disclosed, pausing to see the reactions.
“Huh-!? So I'm still the lowest ranked player here? Short-lived joy,” Igarashi muttered under his breath, before glaring at your direction, “How is a girl better than me-!?”
“Ask yourself that.”
You glared back at him, as he flinched and muttered something under his breath.
“(Y/N)~♪” You smiled a little, feeling Bachira hugging you from behind. His hand around your stomach, while his chin was placed on your shoulder, as his orange orbs bored onto your own.
