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Goal 10 | Blast From the Past

Haha I'm not dead yet

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Goal 10: Blast from the Past

"Place lookin' rather peaceful until you came." Barou clicked his tongue as he went back to kicking balls.

"Nice to know my presence is being acknowledged." Ueyama let himself in. He planned to be somewhere alone but ended up with Barou of all people. "Don't worry, I won't interrupt your lonely practice time."

"Ever heard of self-levelling? The fuck you doin' here anyway, trash."

That's one thing to call his state right now. He felt like trash and it seems fitting that he dropped the bicker option for now. "What? Your teammates kicked you out?" Barou lifted a brow when he asked.

"...Kind of."

"Deserved." Barou smirked before kicking the ball straight to the inner goal's corner. Ueyama looked at the goal net being stretched out to decrease the ball's momentum.

"27 meters."

"You're going to tell that to your team that sucks ass?" He glared at the brunette. "It's just a habit of mine to analyze everything. Just like you said, I'm kind of like being kicked out of the team. I'm no rat."

Barou looked at him suspiciously before going back to practicing by himself. There was nothing but the sounds of the balls being kicked hard. Ueyama just watched him and noticed a pattern. He admired Barou for his consistency in playing, if he was on the same team, he thought they would get along.

"Hey, trashy king."

"Yeah?"

"Can't sleep or something?"

Ueyama shuts his mouth and didn't tell him anything. "Get some rest, idiot."

"Oh? Says the one who's on the field." Ueyama retorted back. "I am practicing and using my time efficiently, unlike you garbage." He replied back, "Dumbass, I am taking a rest already. Rest and sleep are two different words, you illiterate."

"You really wanna go, piece of shit?"

"Depends, if I'm in the mood for it."

"You're literally askin' for't."

"Can't remember." Ueyama shrugged. Barou examined his facial expression, he noticed he seemed a lot more 'dead' on the inside. The last time he saw him, he was so on track and was gonna run over who stands before him. "The fuck's happened to you?" Was all he asked.

".. I don't want to talk about it."

"You are strong." Ueyama blinked his eyes a few times before looking at Barou. "What?"

"You don't need anyone. Play for yourself. Those dumb suckers can eat your dust, you don't need them. All you need is your fucking ego and yourself." Barou placed his foot on the ball. Ueyama looked at Barou astonished, he never told him a single word about what happened to him but it was like he understood him.

"It's their mistake for 'kicking you out'." Oh, so that's why. But, "Work your way up, then fight me again. One-on-One." Barou grinned sinisterly and kicked the ball hard from his standing that was a bit inch farther than 27 meters. "Then, I'll prove to you that I am the strongest. I am the protagonist and you're just a fucking mob."

"I have given up on that. You can have that title. You can even suck it up for all I care."

"You.." Barou started. "You're no fun, dipshit."