The moment you convinced Gouenji to join this god forsaken club, you knew the air in the room would change. The once suffocating (and slightly deprecating) atmosphere and attitude had shifted in an instant. Well, for most people.
It was a change you weren't fond of.
Endou held the submitted form in his hand, reading it over and over again as if he was memorising each and every word. Perhaps he was keeping his signature in mind just in case he ended up marrying him.
He stood at the whiteboard next to Gouenji, practically shaking from excitement. "This makes Gouenji an official member of the Raimon Junior High Soccer club. So get along with him, okay?" Endou subtly eyed you and Someoka, letting his gaze linger on the both of you for just a second more.
"Gouenji is with us now!" Shishido cheered.
Shourin nodded, looking up at his fellow first year, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Hold on, what do we even need from him?" Someoka intervened, an irritated expression casting over his face, "Raimon has my hissatsu shoot already, doesn't it?"
"What's wrong, Someoka?" Endou uttered, waving his hands around in an attempt to diffuse his slight anger, eyebrows knitting together nervously.
You let out a snort, quickly covering your mouth at the sight of his sharp glare. "Cool your jets, pal. Raimon has two strikers now, so it couldn't be any more reassuring for you lost twerps."
You raised an eyebrow as Someoka ignored your somewhat playful jab and marched forward, leaning slightly to reach Gouenji's height, "For strikers, I'm more than enough by myself."
Gouenji smirked slightly, mostly keeping his expression unchanged, "That's a pretty pathetic thing to be petty about, don't you think?"
Someoka grabbed the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly, "What did you say!?"
"Woah—" Your eyes widened as you nudged the boy next to you with your elbow, "That could totally be us but you playin'."
Kazemaru choked on his own spit as he tensed up and looked away, nervously humming out a small, "Mhm."
'He gets flustered so easily..' You let out a short laugh, "Lighten up, pretty boy."
