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Goal 20 | Thank you

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Goal 20: Thank You

Isagi may have blocked the obvious successful goal but the ball randomly would fall either left or right. Dual-colored and mint eyes owners were behind the blueberry head and their gazes followed the ball's direction and the ball–

landed on the right, where the owner of the fresh mint eyes awaits. Rin first touched the ball and inevitably finished the game.

Three whistles were heard and it was the end of the game in which Team Red won.

5-4

The brunet stood his ground as his legs felt jelly from all the running. His eyes then fixated on the crawl position of the blueberry, screaming on top of his lungs. Ueyama thought there are some things so broad that what happened just now could be dubbed as 'lady luck was on their side'. The brunet shrugged as he knew Isagi would figure out what actually happened there. He had the same eyes as him and Rin after all.

His eyes then looked at the smaller one's astounded figure. Smiling, he made his way towards him. The feeling of happiness and just pride was overwhelming for him. When he got closer, golden eyes spotted him. "Ue-chan.. I fought alone.." His expression seemed overwhelmed still but that's just the first part.

Ueyama's hand fell on top of the raven's head. "And you will continue to. I'm so happy for you, Meguru." Golden eyes sparkled, his gaze then went to the crouching Isagi and his eyes softened. Seeing this, the brunet made his way to Aryu who's still on the ground.

"Long mane, get up. We still have to pick."

"Let me savor my glam aftermath first." With an eyeroll, Ueyama did give him time.

"Wait a second-!" Bachira interrupted. Dual-colored eyes focused on him and tried to read his expression. "Yeah?"

"I.. I want-"

"Shut up. I'll pick."

Hearing Rin's strained voice broke his and Bachira's mood that got him irritated. "Alright then, stingy eyelashes. Choice is fucking yours." Ueyama crossed his arms.

"No objections shall be heard."

"Oh wow, aren't you just a tyrant?" Ueyama made his way towards Rin, his purple eyes flaring up in response to such attitude. "We both know that we weren't able to read the last play. So get a grip, idiot." Rin glared back at Ueyama's purple ones.

"I think you should get a grip, man. I am not liking this fucking attitude of yours." Ueyama muttered only for the both of them to hear. "I have risked my fucking pride on you, you little bitch. Might I fucking remind you that I stepped down to make things easier for us, but look where it got you- insecure to the point of killing yourself if you can't beat him." Veins popped out of Ueyama's jaw. "So don't give me that pissed off face cuz' the last thing you'll ever see will be this fucking fist that's about to kill you."

Rin kept his stare at Ueyama who's about to strangle him any second, he then sighed. "Fine.. I'm sorry."

".. You better be, you ungrateful jerkwad." Ueyama then retreated. "So, who will it be?"

"This is the first time I felt so defeated and now there's one more that I had to crush first before getting to him. Fuck." Rin explained. Ueyama sweatdropped, "... Are you saying I had to sacrifice being in control of the field sometime again..?"

"Isagi Yoichi. Come."

Ueyama facepalmed and staggered backwards. "You fucking idiot.."

"Shut it, I said no objections."