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Goal 19 | Dance, Bachira

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Goal 19: Dance, Bachira

⚠️ Long chapter ahead

"Bachira."

The said person turns his head around. "Keep passing it my way. I'll score some glamful goals and win for us."

"Uh, yeah. No. He's passing to me." Ueyama pushed Aryu a bit to keep distance from Bachira. "Uhm, whatever I see fit, I will." Bachira ended the commotion.

"Hey, let's get this over quickly and move to the next selection." Rin called his teammates behind him.

Team red made their way towards the next stage and appeared on the field where team white was already waiting. Looking around the field, Ueyama spotted a familiar redhead. "Oh."

The redhead met dual-colored eyes. "Ue."

"Cool. I get to see you before I move on to the next selection." Ueyama grinned at Chigiri who took it as a challenge.

"Likewise. But if we win, we won't pick you."

"Fair enough."

Both teams took their formation for the round. Ueyama looked ahead of him and saw a familiar albino. "What the fuck, you again.."

"Utsu-chan, it's been quite awhile."

"Sure, 'cuz I'd rather keep it that way actually." Ueyama rolled his eyes. Nagi swallowed his saliva– "I'll bite." and his eyes fixated on him like his next meal. Ueyama scoffed before grinning, "Don't forget to chew."

Aryu was up against Chigiri. The only thing that Aryu could focus on was Chigiri luscious, gorgeous pink hair. Shocked, he made his way towards the pink character and held a handful of Chigiri's hair. "What do you use on your hair?"

"Huh?.. just the shampoo and conditioner in the baths."

"Just that? You don't even have split ends. Did you sneak in your special conditioner or something?" Aryu continued to ask. "No, really."

"Then you must be a natural-born glam." Aryu held his hair for a while until Chigiri slapped his hand off.

"Don't touch my hair. My boyfriend wouldn't like it." Chigiri spat that left everyone speechless.

Ueyama's mind went off and on when he realized- "Haha! That damn asshole got to you first. Good for him, good for him. Give him my condolences." Ueyama chuckled. Isagi had this imaginary question marked up in his head while Nagi and Barou couldn't care less.

"I think you mean congratulations, Ue-chan."

"No, I meant what I said."

"Sorry, your hair is just too beautiful. It's an honor to take on a fellow member of the glam fam." Aryu extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Chigiri Hyoma." The two took both of each other's hands.

"You have quite the classical name there, despite how you look." Chigiri said. "Nice to meet you too, Aryu Jyubei-san."

Everyone was shocked at how Aryu reacted to his first name. "Don't call me that! I hate how my first name is not so glam! It oozes the unmistakable old-fashionedness of a Warring States samurai. That.. is my insecurity.." What he did next was so unnecessary.

"Let me erase that thought with my glam poses!" And so he proceeded to pose.

"Long ass mane, get the fuck over here already." Ueyama clicked his tongue while Bachira just laughed it off. Ueyama made his way over to Aryu to pick him up from his dejected state. When he got ahold of him, his eyes met with someone he never really saw in awhile.