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'bring it! right, or left?' the blue-banged boy stood in front of barou, who was charging towards the goal, not a single thought was worrying about isagi stealing the ball from him. just as isagi decided he was going left from the way his leg moved, barou suddenly brought the ball back with a tap of his heel, the ball swinging over his head.
"oh! nice, a heel lift" the female muttered to herself, inspecting the ongoing game. "yeah. we're definitely losing this."
"damn! he got past me! sorry, kuon-kun!! he's going your way.." isagi's head turned communicating with his fellow teammate. "okay, i've got it!" just as kuon tried to block him from getting through, barou easily slipped through the twos' defence. the ball flew past iemon, straight into the right corner of the goal.
"listen up you shitty losers.. to me, the ball isnt my friend or anything like that. it's just a round servant that makes me look good." the spiky haired male said, his teammates rushing to congratulate him as his arms spread wide, releasing a king-like presence through the air.
"on the field, im the king."
0-1
'ooh king complex i see.' y/n shot up from her seat, glancing around to see if there were any cameras for her to communicate to ego with. "yo! ego! can i join the game? just for one goal" she begged, bored of sitting down just to watch team z fail miserably at stopping the so called 'king' on the field.
ego turned on the speakers, his voice running through the intercom again. "just one round. isagi, get off the field real quick. she'll demonstrate how it's done."
"damn ego. you make me sound like some kinda soccer goddess. really boosts my ego!" y/n smirked, hoisting herself up into the field, doing a quick stretch before getting in postion. "alright! let's do this!!"
y/n kicked the ball forward, passing to herself. she easily glided through with the ball, making her way to barou. "tch. get ready to be destroyed, you peasant." muttered barou, charging at her.
"huh? peasant? how mean" y/n pouted, making a fast cut by keeping her knees loosely bent, staying light on her feet. "hup!" she made a heel kick like barou, but keeping the ball way above her, since barou was much taller than her. "damn. you're tall.." she muttered.
team z only gaped at the h/c haired female glide past every player in team x as if they were nothing. bringing her leg back, she kicked the ball with a force that practically made isagi jump out from his seat. the ball shot into the left handed corner of the net, easily gliding past the goalkeepers hands.
1-1
"wow y/n!!" bachira exclaimed, running towards the girl, jumping onto her back. "ack!" y/n stumbled, almost loosing her balance but quickly regaining her posture as the two-hair colored man sunk his head into her neck, taking in a soft whiff of her scent. 'y/n smells good..' he thought, before the wide grin spread across his face as he smushed his cheek against hers. "you're so good at soccer!!"
