Unlocking Destiny || Blue Lock x Reader

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──❝Unexpected Arrivals❞──

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──NEXT DAY──

[Y/n] stirred from her slumber as the first tendrils of sunlight sneaked through the slats of her barely closed blinds, painting her room in a soft, golden hue. The side of her face was moist, and strands of dampened hair adhered to her brow. She dabbed it dry with the edge of the sage green duvet. Perspiration? The tepid and adhesive morning breeze adhered to her flesh, imparting a dewy sheen to her forehead. The soft susurration of foliage beyond her window contributed to the serene ambiance, while she gradually dispelled the vestiges of slumber with languid blinks. "Such an awakening," she mused. Soft purring below her indicated the presence of her beloved cat, who had curled up at the foot of her bed, ginger fur glinting in the sunlight. Beneath her, a gentle rumble of contentment bespoke the presence of her cherished feline companion, nestled snugly at the base of her bed, his ginger fur aglow with the radiant beams of sunlight. She lay there for a moment, caught in the liminal space between dreams and wakefulness, letting the serenity of the morning wash over her. The sounds from the kitchen below — the clattering of dishes, murmurs of conversation, and the comforting sizzle of something delicious being cooked — beckoned her to the start of a new day. Extending her reach towards the nightstand, she disengaged her phone from its power source, scrutinizing the clock display to ascertain the time, discerning she possessed a brief reprieve before her scholastic obligations commenced. Inhaling deeply, she gathered her thoughts. "Today is going to be a good day," she intoned inwardly, elongating her arms in a languid stretch overhead.

Reluctantly peeling back the warm cocoon of her blankets, [Y/n] swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet making soft thuds against the plush carpet. She tiptoed across the room, her movements slow, almost reverent, as if not to disturb the tranquil harmony of dawn. [Y/n] shuffled her way to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: tousled hair cascading in waves down her shoulders, eyes still heavy with drowsiness. Her physique remained tenderly afflicted from yesterday's exertions on the football field, with her muscles throbbing in a satisfying state of discomfort, registering their dissent with each successive step she undertook. She sighed softly, steeling herself to seize the day with unwavering resolve. Twisting the faucet on, the water cascading into her ears like a soothing balm for her troubled mind. [Y/n] cupped her hands, gathered the water, and splashed the cool water on her face, willing away the remnants of sleep that clung to her features. When she was done, she reached for a towel to pat her face dry. Buoyed by a renewed sense of purpose, [Y/n] methodically embarked on her morning ritual. With deft strokes, she meticulously brushed her teeth, relishing the crisp burst of mint that revitalized her senses. Her fingers skillfully worked through her hair, taming each unruly strand into a neat ponytail. After freshening up in a bathroom filled with the soothing scent of lavender soap, she dressed in her school uniform and her favorite cozy sweater, the fabric soft and comforting against her skin.