"Hey, pretty boy."
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"I don't know about y'all, but he's the prettiest boy to me."
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⤜(Y/n) (L/n), the young assistant manager of Germany's U-20 team, Bastard München.⤛
⤜Isagi Yoichi, one of the biggest egoists of Blue Lock who is...
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For it being only four in the morning, the boys there were irritatingly excited and chatty. You didn't understand how they pulled this much energy out of their asses. You were sitting in a seat a vast distance away from them in the stadium and yet, they were still as loud as if you were right next to them.
You were required to gather at the stadium before you all headed to the airport before the fourteen hour flight from Berlin. The bright lights were off, which you were perfectly fine with as there were still dim lights on. Your flight was at seven, so there was still basically three hours until then.
The coaches and manager soon entered, and you spotted a larger figure following them. Standing up, you shouted for the team to gather around as you moved to stand with them. As the coaches and manager took their spot, you looked at the unknown figure before your eyes widened.
Did I really just call him 'unknown'? That's the Noel fucking Noa!
You stood straight as you readjusted your Bastard München jacket. His expression was blank as he watched everyone line up and gawk at him almost identically or worse than you had done. You felt Michael Kaiser and Alexis Ness taking up positions by both of your sides as the coaches began talking.
"Good morning, everyone. Today is your flight over to Japan. You'll be going from Berlin to Tokyo, and it'll take roughly fourteen hours to get there. When you arrive, it will be four am there, so make sure to sleep on the flight over."
You cringed slightly at the coach's words. It would be such a long flight, just to arrive there early as fuck in the morning for them. You know they were only seven hours ahead, so it would only be 9pm here, which would kill you when you tried readjusting.
"We, your coaches and manager, will not be going with you. Noel Noa will be your new coach, and (Y/n) will become your actual manager." Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn't heard that was what you'd be doing. "Noa does speak German, so if your manager cannot get you something, asking him would also work."
Anxiously, you messed with your sleeves, suddenly feeling wide awake. You already wanted to go home, and this new information was making you a bit anxious. Irritatingly, you weren't provided a schedule with detail information.
It would be fine.
You would make it be fine.
"After your arrival, you must grab your bags and wait for a woman named Anri Teieri to instruct you to the buses. She has these special earbuds for you to easily translate any language they're programmed with. From the airport, you'll be heading directly to the facility for Blue Lock. You each will get free rein over what rooms you choose, but be warned, they are quads. Noa and (Y/n) have individual rooms assigned to them."
