The Kokeshi Of Russia {Blue Lock x Reader}

{CHAPTER 1: YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!}

Third POV

A young girl with h/l h/c hair sat in the living room with her mother. The girl's father stood behind them as the three watched a soccer game. The girl laid her head on her mother's lap, looking up at the purple and white-haired woman and whining. 

"Mamaaaaa. Soccer is booooring. Can't we watch a ballet" she questioned, tilting her small head slightly. Her mother simply laughed, stroking the girl's hair as she responded "Darling, your father is standing right there," she pointed, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "you know how he is about it. Besides we're going to go see a ballet later." 

The girl groaned, jumping off the couch and running to latch onto her father's leg, looking up at him with a pout and big, sparkly e/c eyes. He looked down, his bangs falling into his face slightly as he did. 

Bending down, he picked the girl up, smiling a half smile and nuzzling her face with his. "It's almost over. Then we'll be going. See," he pointed to a timer on the screen, "Three minutes left." The girl glanced at the television quickly, seeing what her father was talking about.

 She sighed and tore her gaze from the TV, resting her head on his shoulder and gazing at his face, specifically, the insanely huge eye bags underneath them. She straightened, putting her hands on the eye bags and rubbing them. 

"-What are you doing?" The girl giggled "I'm getting rid of the bags Daddy," she pressed her forehead to his and put on a 'serious face', "You need to get sleep." 

The man heard his wife giggle softly before she turned around "She's right dear." He sighed, putting the girl down gently "I know. Jeez, you are smart for a four-year-old."

The girl laughed and went back to the couch, crawling up onto it just as the ref blew the final whistle, indicating the game was over. Her mother looked to her father, then down at her "Ready dear?" The girl nodded excitedly as the small family walked out of the house and to the theater.

[11 years later]

Y/n sat in the living room stretching, listening to her mother hum as she cooked. She looked out the window as she stood, having finished her stretching. 

"Hey mom" she called. She heard her mother's humming stop for a moment before she responded "Yes dear?" 

Y/n looked down at her feet, they were scarred, bruised, and blistered. They were her 'battle scars' as she liked to call them, she sat in thought for a while longer before humming "Never mind. It doesn't matter anyway." 

Her mother came out of the kitchen, setting the food on the table and looking to her child with a soft smile. "You're nervous huh?" 

Y/n's eyes widened slightly before going back to their normal, lidded, 'couldn't care less' look. Her mother laughed, walking over and hugging her shoulders. 

"You can't hide it from me kiddo, you should know that by now. I mean, I had to learn to read your father sooooo." Y/n rolled her eyes, turning away and walking to the table to eat. 

She stuffed some food in her mouth, mumbling a small "whatever" under her breath before finishing her food.

Small timeskip

Y/n stood outside of Bolshoi with her mother. She had just recently been signed on as a soloist and was the youngest to have ever been signed. 

So.....she had A LOT of pressure on her.

 Her mother smiled sweetly, patting her shoulder and dragging her in. The secretary greeted them "Good morning Ananya, y/n. Oh! And good luck y/n." 

They both waved at her, Ananya smiling and y/n keeping her head forward with a straight face. Ananya sighed 'She's too much like her father for her own good' she thought, pulling her daughter into the locker room to get ready.

[At Blue Lock]

Ego sat, watching the screens intently. The second selection had just finished and now, the whole program was being threatened and they had a game with the U20 team hanging over their heads. 

Of course, he had no doubts that they could win, but most of them were still learning. 

Slowly.

 He sighed, laying his head on the table as Anri walked in, tilting her head in confusion. "Ummm, Ego-San?" The black-haired man grumbled, sitting up and facing her "What?"

 Anri gulped, he seemed, mad? Annoyed? She wasn't sure, but whatever it was. She knew it wasn't good. "It just-well, you looked-look, distressed." 

His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at her observation. The only ones that had ever been able to read him were his wife and daughter and it annoyed him that Anri could do it now as well. He sighed, looking up at her.

 Just then a thought came to his mind. He smirked wickedly, causing Anri to jump and shrink in on herself. Ego chuckled lowly. "I think it's time I brought my daughter in." Anri's brain exploded as she yelled. 

"YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!"