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note: hey sigmas. its been a while. um. hellow. not dead. just tired. on break for school now so we get more chapters everybody cheered
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"IF
you're a striker, prove it by scoring goals. It's showtime, Bastard München."
Those were the last words said to you all (though, primarily towards the two hearts of this messy team) from your master and coach. Now, you and the rest of your dysfunctional team were headed towards the main field of the league, silently stalking down the halls in a cult-like motion.
You don't know how to feel, especially because Mariele is seriously freaking you out. "You look happy," you finally manage to say through a heavy breath. She immediately looks back down to you—brows raised in a slight sign of shock, but soon lowered as your words settled in.
"Yes, I am."
You have a sinking feeling you know exactly why, through her heavy German accent and deep-toned voice, lies an octave of anticipation. "Is it because of that woman?"
Bianca, her name was—at least, you think. You don't know her all that well and you're sure she has no interest in dming you on Instagram anytime soon. Curly hair, a straight nose, olive skin, and a sneer permanently etched onto her pretty face—you can picture it all too well. What you don't understand, however, is how this sourpuss of a woman has landed as a manager of a rowdy football club.
"Bianca..." Mariele says her name with a certain sense of fondness, and from the way she simply begins to speak about her—you can infer that they certainly have a history. "Yes. I am excited to see her again. She is my dear friend, and I wonder what has become of her rowdy team of kings, leaders and their servants."
King...
"Whatever it may be—I'm sure it'll be interesting, right?" You smile, and she spares you a curt nod.
"Yes, I believe it will."
And that was the end of your minimal speaking—mouth clamping closed and teeth chomping down on the inside of your cheek.
You look back, to where Hiori is shrugging his jacket on. Your hands itch with the need to do something to keep your mind at bay. You quickly walk towards him, gently pushing the collar forward and catching him by surprise.
With those big, blue eyes and softly sculpted features, his lips form an o shape as you remove your hand from his shoulder, "Sorry. You just looked like you needed help."
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