𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐓𝐀 - Yan!BLLK x Fem!Reader

04 - Friend or foe?

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Did I mention that I'm a dumb writer and I know absolutely NOTHING about soccer? Well, there it is! The matches will probably be like stucked shit in taco bell bathrooms(lies, ive never went on a taco bell before), but I WILL try my best. Thanks for reading, hope u enjoooyy!!💋

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The (h/c) haired girl looked at her plate in disgust, scowling at the food prepared for her after she scanned her rank.

While she contemplates whether to just skip dinner or swallow her pride and ask someone to share some of theirs, which she won't convince herself that so easily, Igaguri grimaced at the sight with her.

"Woah, Soup No.5? That's tough, man! You want som'a mine? It's pickled radish, at least a lil better, right?" Igarashi said and [Name] shoots him a side eyeing glare.

Soup Number Five, variously spelled Soup No. 5 or Soup #5, is a soup made from bull's testes or penis. The dish originates from Filipino cuisine. (a/n: it is believed to have aphrodisiac properties, but in this case not. cause that would be weird if they served a food with aphrodisiac to a player, like..)

"Remain silent! I don't need your damned pity. Move out of my way, bald fly."

Christ, that woman was shooting lasers with her reverting her scowl on the people around her. She grabbed her tray, making it spill a little of the soup, much to her dismay.

"Hey, man! Stop being so rude if you don't want enemies!" Now, that was just plain stupid. The girl thought and raised a brow at Igaguri.

"What are you on about? Are you saying that being enemies are not what we are? I'm not here to make friends, dipshit." She coldly walks away from the jaw dropped Igarashit.

[Name] sat down on a table with no other people. She just sighed and had a staring competition with her food. She didn't really have an appetite for today.. and this damned soup, really? She's totally gonna skip eating everyday.

'Are they trying to make their players sick? Who even gave the permission to give their players this.. abomination?' She recites in her head and scowled at the food once more.

"Whaat? What even is that in your bowl? That's eugh!" Bachira gagged and [Name] looked at the noisy being that just sat beside her. He picks up his food with a spoon and tried to feed her, making her contemplate her life choices.

Man, whatever. She thought and opened her mouth, letting him put the food in. She's totally sure that she will not put that crazy shit in her mouth.

"Thanks." [Name] said, staring at Bachira with the most thankful face she could do. Which was looking at Bachira with her eyes squinted and her lips formed into a curvy smile.

Bachira grinned and kept feeding [Name], not caring if he himself would run out of food to eat. "You little shit. Stop feeding me like a damn toddler. You need eat too." [Name] looked at him with a judgy face.

"Does that mean you actually care for me?" Bachira asked with an excited face, making her squint her eyebrows. Care? That is not in [Name] [Last Name]'s vocabulary. Unless you're her brother, sure that's something. But she doesn't care for anyone else! Not at all, that's just stupid.

"I don't care. You can do a thousand push ups and tire yourself out. I'm sure someone will give you a towel to wipe out your sweat, but it will definitely not be me." Bachira chuckled at her analogy. "Are you saying that you don't wanna give me a towel cause you like seeing me drenched in sweat?"

"What the hell?" [Name] scowled and crossed her arms, looking at Bachira. Though, remembering that he did give her some of his food, she quickly retorts back to her normal expression.

Bachira cackled at the face she made just now before changing it to a serious one.

"What are you laughing? You damn twat." She hits his head with her palm earning a complaint from him. "Oww! It was just a non-harmful cackling! What was the head-hitting for?!"

She picked up her tray, about to leave and just throw the shit in the trash where it belongs, not even caring if she seemed like a spoiled brat.

"Oh look, it's Isagi!" Bachira pointed at the raven-haired boy, "Who?" [Name] asked as Isagi sweatdropped at the lack of recognition.

"Hey, Bachira.. and.. [Last Name]" She inspects him once more, trying to recall where she heard that name before.

"Um.. hey." She looked at the man infront of both Bachira and her. Isagi's gaze foxates on the food on her tray and his eyes widened.

"Oh.. they.. they feed you that..?" Isagi asked and [Name] simply nodded. Bachira looked at [Name], and then at Isagi. He realizes how awkward their surroundings were.

"Anyways! He's my friend by the way!" Bachira said and smiled happily, putting his arms on her shoulders. [Name] looked at Bachira with a scowl on her face.

"What the hell gave you the confidence to say that?" She raises her eyebrows at him and noticed how tight he was holding her.

Something told her to wrap her arms around his waist. Actually, "told" is an understatement. Something made her do it.

Bachira looked at [Name], surprised, but smiled even wider. Isagi looked at the two guys, mouth agape. He felt the uncomfortableness lingering in the air and sweatdropped.

"Uh.. should I be going?" Isagi said, making Bachira snapped his head to him while still clinging onto her. "No! We're gonna practice today! Or tonight! I don't know, I forgot to check the clock earlier, teehee." This man was idiotic. [Name] thought.

[Name], finally regaining control whatever she just lost on, removed her arms around Bachira and got him off of her.

With a pissed face, she says, "I don't know what the fuck got into me when I did that, but you better not do that to me ever again. You hear that? You stupid bee." She glares at him and he smiled, making [Name] scowl so hardly she could feel her muscles tearing apart.

"Woah, I got a nickname from him! Awesome, right, Isagi?" Isagi, the poor man, nodded and continued to feel left out.

"Hey, you." [Name] looked at him, "I'm pretty sure you're good enough by what you showed us earlier, I'm guessing it's enough for you to drag this virus off of me, am I right? Get him before I throw you both." Isagi sweatdropped and nodded once more, but realizing that [Name] just now acknowledged his skill.

Well, that's new.. He thought and Bachira groaned.

"I'm not THAT annoying!" Bachira said, making [Name] scowl. And after that, she just leaves.

She's not used to being interactive to people she had just met., but she would've jumped up and down when she saw Chigiri if she was there as herself. Too bad she isn't. She'll get beaten up by those two mini satans if they ever find out she was having fun instead of working hard.

She went to the bathroom to shower, gasping at the way she smelled right now.

Isagi's POV

What does this feeling mean? It's scary.

Out of nowhere I had this crazy feeling to strip Bachira off of [Last Name]. Am i turning gay?

Jesus Christ, I need to stop. He doesn't even like me back, no chance!

Though, he looks pretty feminine to me. Like, the way he sneezed is.. what am I talking about?!

But, just what if. What if he was?

I'm turning crazy.