𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐓𝐀 - Yan!BLLK x Fem!Reader

1 - A Kind Woman

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, all brand new with your hair cut short. You dispised it, truly. But, the hell can you do about it anyway?

They already decided you'll be going just yesterday, not like you could complain.

You wore a tight clothing given by your mom underneath to hide your chest and wore a turtle necked jacket you got from your school's soccer team.

It's fucking uncomfortable, the jacket makes the experience about 1% better.

You went outside of your room, looking at your parents feeling nothing but hatred for them.

Grabbing the bag your mom prepared that was outside your room, you saw your brother looking at you.

Not being able to do anything about the current situation, you turned your focus into leaving the house instead.

As you faced your mom, she cupped your cheeks and giving you a proud look.

"Be a kind woman there, alright? Oh, I mean, a kind man. Just like we practiced yesterday, okay sweetie?" You looked away from her, removing her hold from you.

"Are you not going to eat, sweetheart?" Your mom asked as you ignored her, wanting to just get out of that damned house.

Your brother can manage them, yeah.

Despite being talentless, he was actually the one who gets loved truly. Despite you having the brains, the skills, it's just him between the both of you who your parents actually wanted.

If you were just as talentless as that pussy, you were probably put up for adoption or kicked out of the house already.

Though, anything to get you away from that stupid house was already everything you desired.

You slammed the door shut and walked to the destination, not bothering to ask for a ride from those two booty ass parents.

Upon entering the building, you stopped your music. You saw shit tons of boys.

Oh fuck, I already hate this.

Knowing that your brother sucks ass in playing football, you know that he'll probably be crushed by all of them here.

He better say thanks to you, that pussy.

"E A A A"

What the fuck?

"Congratulations, diamonds in the rough." A voice suddenly speaks as it startles you.

[Name]'s POV

"You are the 301 18-and-under strikers who have been chosen according to my arbitrary and biased decision-making." Who is this goofy vecna looking ass? Bowlcut, really?

"And I am Ego Jinpachi, the man hired to make sure Japan wins the World Cup."

Win... the world cup? He's bluffing, ain't he? He better stop talking before I start hysterically laughing.

"Simply put, there's one thing Japanese soccer needs to become the best in the world: The birth of a revolutionary striker. I'll be performing an experiment here to turn one of you 300 into the world's best striker."

This man talks too much. I'm not listening.

I sighed and leaned on a nearby wall, not bothering to hear any of what he's saying.

Even though I still do hear some bits of bullshit he's spitting.

"And that's what this facility is for. Blue lock.