Unloveable (TWST x male reader)

Chapter 2: Picking On Rookies (Re-Edited)

The boys went to the spelldrive court, y/n gripped the broom in his hand tighter, his knuckles turning white. 

"Alright, fine! You're on. Cater! Remember this when you pick the official team!" the red-haired first-year declared to his dorm mate. "Are you kidding me...  Hashtag lame. Alright, let's do this... Yuu, you watch from the sidelines. Try to read their movements and convey it to us, okay?" 

Y/n walked over to them, bowing swiftly. He waited for one of them to bow back. The boy with ginger hair, the front of which was tied up, bowed back. "Let's have a good game!" The younger stated before running back to Ruggie and Leona.

"You sure that boy is in Savanaclaw?" The blue-haired first-year asked, watching Ruggie ruffle the shorter's/taller's hair. "We'll see. Now is the time when (if he has any) his Savanaclaw traits come out."

"You do know how to play, right?" Leona asked as y/n watched his upperclassmen kick off, "Of course I do! I used to be on my school team," he got onto his broom, gently kicking off the ground to hover just below his upperclassmen. 

"I'm just not very good..." Leona rolled his eyes in an almost playful manner. "Just protect the goals; and you'll be fine."

Y/n watched as his dorm mates flew around, protecting the goal as much as possible. He thought he was doing alright since not one disk passed through him. He watched, amazed as Leona shot a long goal. His teammates cheered. In that moment, he couldn't help feeling a little jealous of his upperclassmen.

"Woah! Y/n!!! You're so cool!"

Y/n smiled at the shorter boy and said, "Thanks, kid."

The kid beamed, "Why aren't you put on more?"

Y/n shrugged. "Morgana's better than me; obviously she'll be put on more."

The kid cocked his head. "But you're faster?"

Y/n gave the kid a pat on the head, "Her anger management is better... You know me; I'm a hot-tempered guy." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck in bashful shame.

"I don't think you're hot-tempered," the boy whispered.

"Eh?" Y/n blushed, staring at the boy. "Thanks, kid..."

"Y/n catch the disk!" Leona's voice knocked him out of his thoughts, he dove down, catching the disk before it hit the ground. The cat hot on his tail, literally. He flew over to a spot where he could see all of the court. Thinking fast, he rushed to the goal and threw the disk, before spinning around and going back to his post.

He heard his dorm mates cheering at him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"And y/n wins... again," the coach said, clearly not happy with this outcome; y/n had come first, Morgana close second, as usual. 

His teammates cheered for him, giving him claps on the back before going to Morgana to shower her with compliments.

He stood there, disappointed at the lack of praise. He flopped onto the grass and chugged the remainder of his water from his water bottle.

"Hey, y/n! You did great!! As usual!" Y/n looked up, "Hey there, kiddo! Thanks, you did great too!" The kid beamed as his upperclassmen ruffled his hair. "Do you think I'll be as good as you one day!!??" Y/n smiled again, "You'll be better."

"Woah! He's good!" The red-headed first-year exclaimed, watching as y/n observed the court, ready to act whenever needed.

~.~

"No way... We didn't score once!" The red-haired boy complained, landing on the ground, shortly followed by his teammates. "There's not a single weak link in their defensive line!" The blue-haired player said, looking down.