𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒.ᵇˡˡᵏ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝑬𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝑮 𝟏 ─ 𝒀𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝑰 𝑰𝐒𝐀𝐆𝑰.

Author's note : Hi chat here I am back again on writing this dumbass story . . . Also join the discord server I made : https://discord.com/invite/n2DVAzmu

Also the endings are in order from the wheel I spun
so be patient when waiting for ur fave's
endings losers !! (*ゝωб*)b
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 + 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈
. . .
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋮
「𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬」─ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗.
❝I got a nice mom and I got a cool dad.
I just stay in my room too long, but I finally got
a girlfriend and she's the bomb.❞
↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

A symphony of heavy, drawn breaths filled the post-training silence, emanating from a boy whose ebony-blue tresses spilled in waves, leaving a dashing V-shaped curtain framing his soulful, deep-blue eyes. This was none other than Isagi Yoichi, whose recent victories on the soccer pitch were testament to the ceaseless hours he invested in honing his talent. With but a few mornings left before his return to the notorious Blue Lock soccer facility, his determination to perfect his craft was as unyielding as his steely gaze.

Blue Lock, an institution that had forged the fiery resolve within him. It transformed not just his game but also his mentality; from a passive bystander, he evolved into a champion harboring an unshakable ego. His coach, Noel Noa, a master in the art of pushing boundaries, stood at the fulcrum of his metamorphosis, with the company of his friends—or better yet to say they were rivals at the same, reinforcing his relentless quest for the title of the world's top striker and the glory of reviving Japan's soccer fortunes.

"Isagi!" The familiar siren call resounded, spinning his head towards the source. Y/n L/n, his compatriot, stood beaming with recognition.

"Ah, Y/n." Isagi replied, his tonality imbued with sincere surprise, "you didn't have to wait for me, y'know?" The gratitude in his expression echoed his appreciation for a friendship he treasured above all else.

There was a pang in the pit of his heart, a throbbing testament to an ill-fated love that seeded within him. He was aware that his yearning for Y/n was shared by others, a burning desire that flickered against the backdrop of their friendship.

But in the depths of his soul, he nurtured a fervent hope that his affection would be the one she
will choose as her path instead of the ocean
of many faces.

"Nah, I insist. Also got you a drink from the vending machine nearby. " Y/n, ever thoughtful and considerate, well that's what she thinks she is, threw him a chilled can, her own drink in hand, which she cracked open. It was well known that Isagi preferred his beverages ice-cold, whether to soothe post-training parched throats or quench the thirst of arduous mid-game exertion.

His lips parted ever so slightly, forming a subtle, subconscious smile. This simple act of loyalty, her insistence on being by his side even in the waning hours before his departure for Blue Lock, stirred a warmth within his chest that knew no bounds. "Thanks," he said softly, his fingers deftly revealing the cool refreshment housed within.

"You trained hard today. You deserve it," Y/n declared, her laughter a sweet melody to Isagi's ears. He concurred with a gentle nod and began to move, pausing momentarily before her before setting off in stride. He glanced back, beckoning her to join him.

"Hey, shouldn't you be taking a break at least? Sit down on one of the benches, jeez." Y/n raised a brow, suggesting as Isagi's unwavering eagerness caught her by surprise. Her assumption, that he was drained, proved to be unfounded as he continued marching forward. With a sigh, she dutifully fell in step beside him.