𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘,, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

008

held at gunpoint by my two dearest readers while writing this 😰
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"im gonna say it! i think havin' isagi as our cf was a mistake!" growled raichi, "next game ill be at the very top of the lineup!"

meanwhile, igaguri sighed to himself, his hands placed onto his hips while he stared at the corner of the wall with a disappointed look. "just take me off defense, man!"

y/n waited in team z's room, lying flat on her stomach as she waited for the other players to come back from the changing room. "they sure take their time huh.." her voice was muffled from the pillow her cheek rested on.

isagi sat dejected on the benches, giving himself a mental lecture about the match. 'back then, when i acted subconsciously, why did i pass instead of shoot..? its exactly like what i did before coming here.. if i stay like this i wont...' "shit!" isagi muttered to himself, ruffling his hair. 'as a striker, if i want to survive in blue lock... just what am i lacking?..'

just as the blue haired male was about to continue his inner monologue, kuon exclaimed loudly, catching everyones attention "enough already! can you all cut it out?! we're not here to mess around!!" team z turned their heads, droplets of sweat still rolling down their bodies. "do you reallly get how dicey our situation is now..? our team has already been saddled with a loss.. listen. in this first selection.."

igaguri raised an eyebrow, completely confused as to what he was saying.. "whatcha mean..?"

kuon ignored the male, continuing on his speech. "five teams play in a round robin tourney. only the top two will move onto the next round. supposing that all the teams are about equal and manage two wins and losses, the max number of points they'll have is 6. therefore, we shouldn't aim for those 6 points, but exceed that number and go for.. 7!!"

while kuon was continuing his ongoing lecture, y/n got eventually got bored of waiting and took a stroll in the hallways, looking for something to entertain her boredom. "is there a kitchen or something?? kinda wanna make some food.."

looking to her left, she noticed a small-sized kitchen with just enough materials to make some brownies. "oh its my lucky day i guess. how did i never notice this..?" she muttered to herself, walking into the kitchen. when she was going to put on an apron and begin baking, she noticed a purple and white haired male, to her astonishment. "oh! is that reo and nagi?"

y/n took small steps towards the two tall males, making her way slowly and cautiously. suddenly, she slapped her hands onto the shorter, purple haired male's shoulders, watching his figure jump in surprise. "oh! y/n! what are you doing here?" she hummed, "i dunno. got bored." nagi turned his head, a small hum of happiness escaping his mouth, attaching his arms onto y/n's body, leaning his entire weight onto the female.

"agh nagiiiii.. you're so heavyyy" she muttered, crying out to reo for help as her hands made grabbing motions like a baby, big fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks. reo sighed softly at the white haired male's antics, dragging him off the h/c-haired female. "get off her, nagi. your gonna squish her to death." "oh. sorry, y/n" nagi mumbled, his mouth forming a small 'o' at the realization. "mhm, your good!" she smiled softly, patting nagi's head as he leaned into her touch.

"oh, reo. how'd you do in your game?" she questioned, her eyebrows raised slightly as she questioned the purple haired male. "hm? oh we won 8-0, you should have watched us, n/n.." he quietly muttered the last part, fiddling with some strands of his hair. y/n frowned apologetically, giving reo a small pat on the shoulder, "awh, 'm sorry reo. i'll watch another time, promise!" she stuck out her pinky finger, allowing reo to intertwine theirs together, signifying a promise.

"how'd you do, y/n..?" nagi mumbled, his quiet tone seeping through their silent pinky promise. "ah.." y/n sweat dropped slightly, rubbing the nape of her neck. "we.. lost" she let out an airy laugh "we definitely woulda won if i was on the field for longer!" she stuck a proud thumb in the air, pointing to herself with a big smirk displayed on her face.

"mhm, of course you will! you're amazing at soccer, n/n"

"mhm.. you're better than those idiots.."

reo and nagi exclaimed/agreed to your comment, nodding their heads along with your statement. "hey.. i should go back to check on my team.. i think i've been gone for to long.." you muttered, giving the two a quick hug before running away.

"awh.. i wanted her to stay longer.." nagi sadly murmured, his head drooping down a little. "me too, nagi.." reo agreed softly, also dropping his gaze.

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just as you opened the door to team z's room, a towel was flown to your face, blocking your vision of the room. "don't look, y/n! bachira's not wearing any clothes right now!" isagi exclaimed, panic took over his face as he noticed you bringing your hand up to rip the towel away, before dropping back down. "hey! let n/n seeee!" bachira whined, protesting loudly as isagi rushed him to get his clothes on.

once his blue lock uniform was back on, you took the towel off your face.

"i might've figured out what he really meant..!" isagi exclaimed, raising his hand slightly. "early in the match, every player, including team x's was only thinking about scoring goals. wasn't it like playing freestyle back then?" y/n hummed silently in agreement.

bachira waddled over the the h/c-haired female, who was sitting criss-crossed. he sat down next to her, laying his head down on her lap. the sudden weight on her lap caused the girl to look down, noticing the black and yellow haired already fast asleep. sighing, she allowed the male to continue his rest, deciding against bothering his sleep.

isagi continued, "i think that a freestyle game is what ego actually meant by 'football from scratch, without any strategy at all.

"maybe, but that wasn't yer usual football." igaguri noted, nodding his head slightly.

"but all that chaos stopped, when baro scored his goal." y/n as well, tuned out everything he said, zoning off into her own world. as isagi continued yapping, ego made his speech which y/n paid no attention to yet again.

"it is only with your weapons, that you can make a revolution! and only then will you find victory." ego finalized, the screen turning off into a dark screen moments after.

"sooo.. is that all?.." y/n questioned, the hyper boy aside her awake as well. before anyone could answer her question, she dashed off into the dining hall, desperate to eat her dinner before taking a big fat beauty sleep.

bachira happily skipped after her, humming a soft tune as he caught up to her pace. "soo whadya have for dinner, n/n?" he tilted his head to her direction, a small smiled tugged onto his face. "n/n? thats what reo and nagi call me.." she muttered quietly to herself "whatever."

"oh uh im having.." she muttered, waiting for her dinner to appear. "chicken katsu!" she smiled to herself, licking her lips in hunger. "luckyy.." bachira muttered, staring at his own food. "you want some?" y/n took a small piece in her chopsticks, holding it out for him to eat. opening his mouth wide, he took the piece of chicken in his mouth, a hum of happiness escaping his mouth as he chewed on the savory chicken.

for the rest of dinner, y/n and bachira chatted about some random soccer things, occasionally drifting off and talking about random subjects, enjoying the rest of the day together.
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