Sakura Haruno X Blue Lock !!! It contains Mature Content !!!
Have you ever wondered, what would possibly be the outcome of being the best?
Getting hated?
Or,
Getting worshipped as if you were a god?
For sakura Haruno, the first option has always bee...
" Breaking News!╼ The Prodigy Legend: Sakura Haruno, has left her team for good! What will her next move be?" It was written all over in magazines. Because word has gotten out that The Pink-haired Prodigy has left her team for good.
The person who started such a rumor was unknown, but now fans keep on asking the team manager if such a thing is indeed the truth. However, the team manager declines saying that such a thing didn't happen.
" There's no need for you to worry about something like this because Haruno will be in the next match, playing football like she always has. So, please refrain yourselves from asking such questions." The team manager stated and walked off to his car and drove off.
However, what the team manager didn't notice was:...
Amidst the crowd of Sakura's fans, in the center, stood a tall slender man. He was wearing all black with a bowl haircut, grinning widely as he straightened his glasses with his thumb and index finger. While mumbling creepily muffled words:
" Everything's going according to the plan"
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The bedroom, what a perfect place to rest in and let all of your worries go away as you let yourself be engulfed by the bed covers, what a comfort that is. However, that's not what the pink-haired girl felt like when she sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her palms, her gaze directed downwards, toward the floor as her eyes were clouded by something unknown to the eyes of an outsider.
What was she thinking about?
She let out a frustrated sigh before abruptly getting up and going toward her desk which was located not so far away from her current place. Making her sigh in relief because she didn't have to go that far to retrieve the letter.
As she approached, she traced the edge of her desk with her finger, not really understanding what she was doing so she kept doing it repeatedly until she remembered why she approached her desk in the first place.
Her green eyes flickered down towards the letter that was placed on her desk before swiftly picking it up and rereading it, hoping for something in her mind as her fingers clenched the paper in her hold without her realizing it.
Gosh, why was she so conflicted when she already knew the answer?
She wanted to accept the oh-so-alluring invitation, yet, there was something deep within her that made her doubt her decision, and it slightly ticked her off. She was well aware of the influence the sender of the letter had and she was also certain that they would help her achieve more, yet, she held back from accepting the invitation.
