𖦹ㅤ ̼ ₊ 𝐵𝘙𝘈𝘡𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕 𝒫𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒 ۪ ֹ ਏਓ
𝐼𝘕 𝒲𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏⠀⠀⠀、⠀⠀𝓘𝐓𝐎 𝓐𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀knew little to no japanese but
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀some how managed to get roped into
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a football...
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"Tudo bem Akira, você está livre para ir agora" Nakamura smiled.
A mix-up in paperwork left Akira stranded in the staff room for the entire afternoon, as the midday sun gradually faded into a late afternoon glow. The room now lit a pale orange, as the bell rang for the final time. The end of the school day marked the start of extracurricular activities.
The bronzed boy had yet to join a club. He was overwhelmed by the countless options and the freshness of his arrival. His teacher hadn't pushed him to choose either, assuring him he had plenty of time to decide. Which he was grateful for. But as for now, he was free to leave.
Jumping at the chance, the boy bid Nakamura-Sensei goodbye and vacated the room with haste. The halls were now empty, as the rest of the student body were at their clubs of choice and Akira preferred it that way. Saves him from having to bear through more awkward conversations and gawking students.
His objective was clear, leave school as quickly as possible. With his daily fill of uncomfortable interactions and backpack in hand, he stepped through the main entrance and into the crisp afternoon air as he trudged down the path towards the school gate, in doing so passing the Football pitch, when out of nowhere he heard a voice shout.
"Look out!"
A football shot towards him at a startling speed. At that moment Akira's body moved entirely on instinct, lifting his leg to receive and block the ball, his leg absorbed the impact of the powerful strike as he brought it under control effortlessly, turning a lethal shot into a dead ball situation.
With the ball at his feet, the curly-haired boy fought the urge to do a few tricks and ultimately lost. As he kicked, spun and bent the ball to his will, firing it back on the half volley and continuing on his way. Not even bothering to look back at the ball that had gracefully curled itself into the back of the net, 60 yards away.
With eyes now fixated on the gate, that seemed to creep closer and closer Akira hadn't noticed the boy who dashed to catch up with him. "Akira, wait up!" Turning at the sound of his name, the bronzed boy saw a sweaty and slightly disheveled Reo jog towards him. Finally caught up, Akira couldn't help but jump at the volume of his classmate's question.
"You play football!?!"
"Umm...yes?"
Reo hadn't meant for his question to sound like a yell, he was just surprised. At how easily he had controlled his stray shot and how gracefully and accurately he had returned the ball, placing it in the back of the net with the precision of a surgeon. All without breaking a sweat, he truly was perfect.
