NIKE -Blue Lock-

Two sides of a same coin

TW: kinda graphic mention of rape.

I apologize for the discomfort, I know that rape is an extremely delicate topic and I wanted to make the dialogue graphic to express the horror of such an act.

It's only in one speech, towards the end, but of course I don't know you all that much so I thought it was better to write it down now.

That same day, after hours
Blue lock facilities

The first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open was a ceiling.

She blinked repeatedly, allowing her blurry vision to stabilize. After a few moments, her sight sharpened completely.

A dark room, illuminated by an artificial blue light coming from her left. The mattress beneath her back was soft, and the blankets covering her were warm and comforting. She shifted slightly, turning onto her side and squinting as the artificial light struck her crimson irises.

She murmured softly, sleep still heavy in her system.

"Oh, has my ruby awakened?"

The sound of a rolling chair moving, light footsteps approaching her, and a human silhouette blocking the light.

Nicole reopened her eyes, this time spared from being blinded by the solitary beam in the room.

Her gaze traveled upward, to the face of the unknown figure.

The protagonist didn't respond, instead bracing her elbows against the mattress and raising her torso from the bed.
A hand rested on her back, aiding her in sitting up.

Annoyed, still groggy and disoriented, she gave a light slap to the arm behind her.

A soft, sophisticated laugh reached her ears, and Nicole turned her attention back to the figure. As her eyes focused on the shadowy form, she caught sight of locks of hair of varying lengths.

She sighed, letting herself fall back onto the mattress, now aware of the his identity.

"Narcissus, what are you doing? Falling in love and kidnapping me?" she asked with closed eyes, a small smile playing on her lips before adding, "I might just have to rename you."

Kaiser sat on the bed, one leg folded on the mattress so that his body faced her. He regarded her with a crooked grin, one that suggested he knew something best left undiscovered.

Nicole still wore the wig. She doubted, therefore, that the boy had discovered her lack of, to put it bluntly, cock.

She scrutinized him, her head still resting on the pillow. Seconds of silence passed, their attention fixed on the sides of their faces bathed in the artificial blue light.

Nicole sighed.
"What's with that Cheshire cat grin on your face?" she asked, relaxing into the mattress.

For a moment, she wondered why this bed was more comfortable than her own, only to remember that her room was essentially a punitive prison.

The blonde remained silent, continuing to gaze at the fascinating and extraordinarily delicate face of the boy before him. The cold light from the left did him no favors, but the way it illuminated and mingled with his red iris created the illusion of a magnificent violet hue.

The German was indeed smiling.

But masks can be freely crafted upon our faces, and that smile was nothing more than a façade. His eyes held no emotion, or whatever was there seemed entirely disconnected from the curve of his lips.