𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘,, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

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hey yall 😛 school's kicking my ass rn‼️

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"rock, paper, scissors... shoot!!"

gagamaru stared unbelievably at his own hands, as if they'd betrayed him for placing scissors.

"ah, i won" isagi muttered to himself, seemingly proud of his newest accomplishment. "did you see that y/n?! i won!!" he cheerfully gleamed, wanting to receive praise from the h/c haired girl sitting in the corner, dumbfounded by their absurd ways of choosing positions.

"ah, yeah. good job, isagi!" y/n smiled softly, giving the blue haired boy a pat on the head.

'her hand is so soft..' isagi thought, leaning into the girl's hand, completely forgetting about his win. because in this moment, all he could care about was how y/n's hand was softly placed onto his head, stroking his hair softly like a gentle mother with her child.

"okay, just like we discussed, starting with isagi and going in order, we'll choose the positions we want to play." kuon announced, breaking isagi's trance as his head quickly snapped back up, a drop of sweat running down his cheek. "then.. i want to be a striker!" came the obvious answer.

"for the first blue lock selection round, the five teams in each wing will have a round robin tournament." ego's rough voice once again rang through the confined room of team z. y/n perked up, glancing back at ego before sending a small wave with a little "hi ego!!" before sitting back down onto the floor to play with her fingers. ego waved back, sending back a small 'hello'. at the response, the girl's head shot up once again, shocked that ego waved at her, and even sent her a small greeting back.

y/n smiled slightly, chuckling to herself. 'ha. i'm definitely ego's favorite.'

ego continued, "at the end of all ten matches, the top two teams will get to remain here, and the bottom three will be eliminated. and all their team members will be forced to leave blue lock."

'harsh.'

"however! players from the three losing teams will have a chance fore a comeback. once all the matches are over, each team will have a 'scoring king'. whoever scores the most goals on each team gets to move on to the next round."

'a little less harsh.. but still harsh.'

"if there's a tie between the members of the same team, we'll use a 'fair play point' system, and whoever has the least penalty points will be the winner." ego ranted on. " 'my own goals', or 'the team's victory'... this first selection will test your destinies as strikers."

"this is a battle to rebuild soccer from zero. the first match is in two hours. team x vs. team z!"

'ah. nice. i bet we're gonna loose, huh.' y/n predicted in her head, her inner monologue taking over as ego finished his yapping.

"okay, everyone!" kuon gathered everyones attention, causing y/n to slowly turn over, her butt sticking to the floor as she refused to stand up. "for this first match, we'll use this formation as decided by rock-paper-scissors! the members of team z are ranks 243-253, but we dont have time to make a more detailed strategy. isagi-kun won and chose to be center forward, so let's focus our strategy around him!"

"got it!" bachira smiled happily, his grin stretched across his face as his arms hung around the back of his head.

"gimme a break! can we really win with isagi as our foundation?" igaguri muttered grumpily. "shut up igaguri," y/n grumbled, "it's not like you're any better anyways. so shut your yapping and just deal with it." she got up and smacked the back of his head, interrupting the connie springer look-alike from shein from tying his shoes.