𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢

as Nastavnik and his son, [Brothers Name], stepped off the plane at the bustling airport in Japan, a wave of excitement and anticipation washed over them.

they had finally arrived in the Land of the Rising Sun, ready to embark on a journey that held both nostalgia and hope.

as they made their way through the terminal, Nastavnik couldn't help but reminisce about their first visit to Japan, many years ago.

he glanced at [Brothers Name], a mirror image of his former lover, and smiled warmly.

"remember when we came here, [Brothers Name]? to visit Ego." Nastavnik said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"your sister, [Name], was so excited to be here. she had this sparkle in her eyes that lit up the entire city."

[Brothers Name] nodded, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "yeah, those were good times. [Name] always knew how to make every moment unforgettable."

their conversation turned to [Name], their beloved daughter and sister, who was now at a facility known as Blue Lock.

"i can't wait to see [Name]." [Brothers Name] said, his eyes shining with excitement.

"i heard she's been training with international players at Blue Lock. it'll be great to catch up with her and see how she's been."

Nastavnik nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with pride for his daughter's achievements. "she's always had that drive and determination. I have no doubt she's making us proud every single day."

"what a fucking liar." [Brothers Name] said under his breath. he knew Nastavnik has never been proud of the both of them.

as they exited the airport, ready to embark on their journey to Blue Lock, Nastavnik carried with him the memories of his past adventures in Japan and the anticipation of reuniting with you once again.

while [Brothers Name] made sure to keep up the façade of a loving son, making sure that Nastavnik did not realize a single thing.

Nastavnik was the reason [Name] lost something dear to her.

that shitty bastard doesn't deserve to be a father.

well, it wouldn't matter any more.

he was going to die, soon, after all.

♕

Paris X Gen.

you had wanted to avoid this particular thing because of its coach.

the Julian Loki, in the flesh.

"[Name]!"

"Loki."

"it's great to see you. here, i bought some [favorite drink] for you."

"thanks? how'd you know this was my favorite drink?" you asked, accepting the drink in your hand.

"just a lucky guess." Loki answered.

his body language is a bit suspicious. then again, he is a world-level player. those type of players are always weird.

as you were sipping on [favorite drink], you remembered one of the messages that your younger brother had given you.

"oh! that's right. i nearly forgot. hey, Loki. can i have your autograph? my brother's a massive fan of yours."

"sure! anything for you, [Name]." Loki took a piece of paper that you gave him and signed it.

"here." he said giving the paper back to you.

"thanks. my brother will love this." you unconsciously gave a warm smile to Loki, causing him to clutch his chest.