TW: PEOPLE WITH EMETOPHOBIA DON'T READ THERE IS A REALLY DESCRIPTIVE B@RF!NG SCENE I'M SORRY
I had been sitting inside the dining hall for a while, having already gotten my hot meal and side. I had a notebook open and a pencil in my hand as I some tactics for the next game and smaller doodles to the side to think clearer.
I huff, moving my notebook away from me, and pulling my now-cooled food close to me. Sipping my miso and eating my stir-fry and leak, I take notice that Isagi sat in front of me with his meal, waving his hand in front of my face with Kunigami beside him.
I gasp and choke on a piece of tofu and leak, coughing and punching my chest. "Sorry... gah... didn't hear you guys," I cough as Isagi snorts at me. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit too focused on your thoughts," Isagi laughs before eating a piece of steak.
"Yeah, I'm good. What do you need? You were waving your hand to get my attention for a reason right?" I huff and eat a bit of white rice, discreetly closing my notebook with notes and drawings. "I was wondering why you play soccer," Isagi grins sheepishly, a small bit of color appearing on his cheeks, Kunigami leans in to listen, also interested.
"Well... to distract myself and... for someone important..."
"Can I ask who that is?"
"My father, even if he wasn't a big part of my life growing up. I only started playing soccer like, two years ago?"
Isagi and Kunigami both stared at me unblinkingly. I stare back at them as I slowly move to take a bit of my rice, reading their eyes. "Do you guys... want to know more?" I chuckle and swallow the bit of rice as they nod. "Only if you're comfortable enough though," Kunigami tells me as I nod.
"I didn't know him well so it doesn't impact me much, no need to worry," I lean back, finishing my food and organizing the plates. I cross my arms before breathing in "I was inspired by Itoshi Sae who did a move my father created on the field after I cleaned the house, I stayed awake for a long while researching since I was a bit interested, and ever since then, I practiced."
"I don't really know how I got invited, especially since I'm neither a native Japanese nor was in any soccer club when they sent out the letters," I huffed and shrugged.
"So you're self-taught and were, somehow, noticed and invited to join." Kunigami stares in shock as I stare at my stir-fry, already full and slightly unhappy. 'Yeah, someone better than me is out there and would have done much more than I do,' I pout.
"And what about your father?" Isagi asks.
"He's dead."
I stare at them as they basically go white, comically sweating at my answer. I snort, snapping them out of their stupor.
"I'm so so sorry for asking that, that was very in-" He had started to stand up but I stopped him. "As I told you, I didn't know him very well so his death didn't really impact me much," I stand up with my tray, going over to place my dirty dishes where they're supposed to be.
"Also, that goal was quite nice, Kunigami. Isagi, try to confront your problems in selfish ways when necessary." I place my hand on his hair, ruffling it around before walking back to our room.
(TW: BARFING)
I wake up a few hours later after laying down, rushing to get up and running to the bathroom, holding my hand over my mouth, tears forming in my eyes as I burst into a stall. I kneel down letting the acid spew from my stomach, up my throat, and out my mouth. I let my tears roll down my face and cough as I feel my body convulse.
I hear someone open the door behind me, and feeling them hold my hair back made me relax before feeling another round come through. I shakily breathe out, lifting my head up from the repulsing odor, having some toilet paper handed to me.
I wipe my mouth and nose before flushing the toilet and leaning back. Tears bubbled in my eyes as both Chigiri and Bachira looked at me, eyes full of worry. "How are you feeling?" Chigiri asks, playing with my hair ad rubbing my scalp as I relax.
"Mhn..." I moan before shaking my head.
Omake
Mikhail stepped on Bachira's hand when he was running to the bathroomMikhail left his notebook in the dining hall so Kunigami took it back like the good boy he isChigiri woke up and saw him run off so he ran after him, not stepping on Bachira's hand as he was waking upIsagi was going to ask another question but he thought the dad question already breached comfort and he was scaredIsagi was so tired, he didn't notice Mikhail rushing to the bathroom
YOU ARE READING
His Legacy (Blue Lock)
Fanfiction(Blue lock x M! Oc) Where Mikhail Victor (or Victor Mikhail) somehow gets addicted to soccer and gets invited to a project to create an other worldly striker all the while figuring himself out and getting over physical, mental, and emotional obstacl...
