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After your twin brother does a last-minute bailout of Blue Lock someone has to take his spot.
"ꜱᴏ, ᴜʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ... ʙʀᴏꜱ... ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ... ʙʀᴇᴛʜʀᴇɴ?"
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Breakfast at Blue Lock typically went one of two ways. You sit with the team and chime into dead silence, and are gifted with looks from the rest of the team while Bachira says something to uplift your spirit. Alternatively, you sat in a corner near the trash all by your lonesome. Occasionally another teammate would join you... in complete suffocating silence.
Today was a pleasant upset to your usual routine. You were blessed enough to have the presence of Kunigami grace you and your breakfast. While you settled for jam and toast from the small selection of protein, you couldn't help but envy his perfectly scrambled eggs. As a higher-ranking player, he was granted the privilege to top off his breakfast with mouth-watering fruits. Truthfully, your envy reaches farther than his breakfast.
Despite his higher rank and privileges, he was nice enough to share his food from time to time. He was able to be a good leader, manage to be likable, and a decent person all at the same time. He treated you differently, almost as if you were a normal, semi-freak human being.
Despite his higher rank and privileges with food, he was kind enough to share it from time to time. He was somehow able to remain a good leader and manage to be likable, all the while being a decent person at the same time. The way he treated you only added to his appeal. He made you feel like you were a normal semi-freak human. You've almost slipped up too many times to count on how comfortable you feel around him.
Plus, he was hot.
"Is there something on my face?" His eyes widened, a hand instinctively reaching to wipe away imaginary crumbs from his cheek.
Damn, had you been staring? Well, who could blame you? With looks like that—
"Nah, man. You got it off, K-Dawg." Your face scrunched up like a raisin. You couldn't help letting painful words and phrases slip out, a bad habit inherited from your brother.
Surprisingly, Kunigami seemed to find it somewhat amusing. A faint smile played behind his egg-covered fork as he subtly shook his head.
"So," you started, tapping the table. "Bet you're a hit with the chicks, huh? Ya know, the females. A real ladies' man."
With your toast finished, you were able to give him your full attention.
It was calm moments like these when you were grateful to be here. Yes, it felt like the calm before the storm, the prodding feelings of you could be sacked any minute, and dealing with your family at home was annoying. Yet, you couldn't be anything but grateful when you were surrounded by surprisingly cute and mostly hygienic boys.
Even if some of them hadn't exactly warmed up to you, the two pros shined brighter than their attitudes.
He coughed into a small piece of toast you lent him, thumping his chest and quickly downing a glass of water. Your gaze followed the trail of dribbling water, small droplets forming from its parent glass.
