𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘,, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

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okawa smirked, seeing the opportunity to score as he advanced closer to the goal. he chuckled under his breath as he realized he would definitely score, having passed all the defenders. iemon stood with his arms and legs wide open, pondering between blocking to the left or right.

okawa dashed forward, making iemon immediately slide forward in hopes of blocking, but instead, okawa did a feint, throwing iemon's timing off. 'whoah. hes crazy.' y/n thought, tapping her finger on her thigh. okawa's teamates crowded around the man, celebrating another goal for their team. isagi wiped the sweat off his jersey, thinking deeply to himself. 'this makes it clear as day.. team y's plan is to pull back to lure us in, block our shots, and steal the ball... and then use hibiki okawa's personal ability to counter.' he puffed out a breath and narrowed his eyes at the cheering man, announcing to his team to score another goal.

"relax, everyone!! lest's change it up! it's still 1-0! its been ten minutes, so its time for my formation!" kuon clapped twice, gaining everyones attention. "i'm sleepy." the h/c haired girl muttered, her eyes getting drowsy. shaking her head, she slapped her cheeks to wake herself up.

kuon jumped in the air, bumping the ball with his head to pass it to kunigami. suddenly, two defenders from the other team surrounded the boy, trying to prevent him from moving. kunigami froze, and thought about his decisions, before niko stole the ball. "your feet are frozen."

"this is bad. they can just keep the ball and run out the clock to keep the score at 1-0.." y/n muttered.

it was finally halftime, and raichi couldn't handle it anymore. "ARRGH!! DAMNIT!!" he screamed, his hands clutched by his side. "yo. chill, raichi." y/n calmly placed a hand on his shoulder. "you guys got this, don't stress too much, alright? we haven't lost yet."

"that's right, we haven't!" bachira exclaimed, jumping onto her. 'agh! what the fuck!!' the girl thought, caught off guard from the sudden jump. she patted the multi colored hairs boy, ruffling it slightly messier. 'oh em gee.' the boy thought, his face flushed a light pink on his cheeks. he squeezed the woman tighter, squealing to himself. "b-bachira! what the fuck are you doingg" y/n groaned, the air getting pushed out of her lungs from the tight squeeze. "sorry!" he jumped off, landing back onto his feet.

"is this plan really going to work..? if we're not able to use our weapons, won't we just end up losing..?" chigiri muttered, glancing back up at the two bickering teens, feeling a small squeeze in his heart. "what are you blabbering about? you cant even say what your weapon is," raichi grumbled, and irk mark appearing on his cheek as he shoved an accusing finger at the red haired man. "i'm just talking about how to increase our odds of victory." chigiri closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "rather than wasting our time on weapons we can't use, im wondering if we should just shift our focus to someone like bachira or kunigami, whose attacks the opponent has some trouble with."

"what a great idea, chigiri! you're so smart" y/n cheered, hopping onto the red haired man's back while ruffling his hair. "hey.. you're getting my hair messed up.." grumbled the red-faced chigiri, fixing his hair.

isagi sat to the side, staring longingly at the duo. 'man, that makes me want to grow out my hair..' he grumbled to himself, feeling his stomach churn as y/n continued clinging onto the man.

second half: start                        game resumes, team y's ball

'damn.. it's time for my strategy, and i want to use my speed and technique weapons but..' imamuri panted, thinking to himself as he ran with the ball. 'they wont let me have the ball! as soon as i get too close, they send the ball away, but if i keep waiting, nothing will happen..' the man thought in distress, clenching his teeth together as another drop of sweat fell down his cheek.