𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘,, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

009

"my weapon.." bachira muttered, drozy. "dribbling i guess.." he finished, laying his head onto y/n's lap, which looked really comfortable right now. y/n looked down at him, softly stroking his head, making him feel even sleepier than before.

"my weapon is my incredible shooting technique! my motto is 'sexy soccer!" raichi loudly exclaimed, pointing a thumb to himself.

everyone took turns saying their weapons, while kuon sat, nodding as he wrote down notes on his notepad. 'shouldn't that be my job?..' y/n thought, sweat dropping. 'whatever. less work for me i guess.' she continued playing with the black and yellow haired boy's hair, stroking it softly while humming a soft melody, swaying around. then came isagi's turn.

"my weapon.. uhh." he muttered, scratching his cheek. "uhmm. i wonder.."

"passing?" igaguri suggested, which isagi shook his head to. "no, it has to be a striker."

"if you can't say it, youre out." raichi grumbled, sitting criss crossed. "no! wait!" isagi scrambled, trying to think of something. "ok, isagi's thinking." kuon finalized. lastly was chigiri, who refused to tell his weapon. "i.. dont wanna say." he muttered, to which igaguri complained about him chickening out.

'hm. ill ask him later, if he doesnt mind..' y/n thought, taking a long glance at chigiri, who noticed her gaze, turning towards her. she smiled, and waved, to which he hesitantly smiled back, with a nod of his head, his pale cheeks tinted a beautiful pale pink.

"oh well.." muttered kuon. "basically what i was thinking, was how well we could utilize our technique!" 'bro how the fuck does he see.' was the thought that replayed the h/c haired girls mind ever since she met him.

after lots of contemplating and discussions, kuon finally came up with an idea, scribbling messily onto his notebook. "we'll go with 'operation: me, next 9!' " 'bro thats so lame what.' she thought internally, deadpanning at the name. 'thats a lame name..' isagi, who coincidentally shared the same thought muttered internally.

the rest of the day was spent with a bunch of training, where isagi trained his stamina, and bachira trained his dribbling. everyone else was also working mainly on perfecting their weapons, like kunigami, who was working on his shooting power.

during dinner, isagi sat alone, having he was late to dinner. he got his food, which showed up as a little character before depositing his food. 'ahh.. natto again..' he thought, disappointed, but still taking the food. 'it's already been a week since we came here, i think.. am i even getting better at soccer?..' 'what's my weapon?' 'what can i do?' 'do i have what it takes to be a striker?' lots of questions entered the blue haired boy's thoughts, along with none of the answers. he groaned and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling in disappointment.

y/n, who was also late to dinner, having forgot while reporting to ego about her data she collecting from the players of team z, also arrived at the same time with kunigami. they were talking about the last match, discussing about the teams so called "king," who was named barou. "is that what you always get, isagi?" kunigami asked, eyeing his food. "yeah, thats what you get when you're ranked low." he chuckled sadly, also looking at his food in disgust.

"i realized, i never said what i wanted to say." kunigami stretched his hands, scratching the back of his head. "thanks for the pass."

"you came here all the way to say that?" isagi asked, astonished. "yeah. that's all. goodnight, isagi" kunigami waved goodbye, about to walk away from y/n and isagi.

"kunigami, why do you play soccer?" isagi asked, stopping the male from walking away completely. y/n, who wasnt here for the purpose of chatting, went to get her food. her little character was drawn onto the screen, and she received her food. 'bro. i really want a lolipop right now.' she thought, looking around for a camera. she spotted one in the corners of them room, walking up to it. "yo ego! can you hear me?" she asked, which she assumed he did. "can i have a lolipop."