The Kokeshi Of Russia {Blue Lock x Reader}

{CHAPTER 3: Welcome to hell bitches}

Third POV

Y/n leaned against the wall, waiting for the players to settle down. Her e/c eyes held nothing but annoyance as she watched them chat amongst themselves. Her face, however, showed no sign of emotion. (Something she had picked up from her father.) 

After a few minutes, they still hadn't noticed her so she went to clear her throat. Ego beat her to the punch, however. "Hello, my diamonds in the rough" his voice boomed, drawing everyone's attention to the screen y/n stood under.

 Y/n felt no need to actually look at the screen and instead kept her eyes focused ahead on the 'idiots' she was to be teaching as she listened. "I'm sure you're all wondering why you were called here. The simple truth is. You are ALL still mediocre. So I have decided to give you a....different, kind of training. One where you will not touch a soccer ball until it is complete. No matter what." 

Everyone looked to each other, still not noticing y/n. One called out "Yeah? And what kind of training would that be?" Y/n's eyebrows rose, looking at the man. He was insanely tanned and his blonde hair had pink tips. 

Y/n rolled her eyes, she could immediately tell what kind of guy he was just from his question and the tone of his voice. He was the kind of person she hated most. Making a mental note to associate with him as little as possible, she listened as Ego continued.

 "You will be participating in Ballet lessons. With this young woman here." He gestured to y/n who raised her hand slightly while clearing her throat. All the boy's eyes flicked to her, widening in surprise as they did. She kept the emotionless look on her face as she walked to face the screen. "I've got it from here Dad," she sighed, glancing at the players, "They shouldn't be too hard to handle."

Ego nodded, turning off the screen and letting her continue. Y/n turned to face them, a piece of h/c hair falling in front of her right eye as she pulled the rest of her hair up. 

"Look. All of you are little ugly ducklings got it? But lucky for you, it's my job to turn you into soccer-playing swan princes. So....if you don't want to get locked off, I suggest you get with the program darlings." 

A blue-haired boy spoke up first "B-BALLET?! How will that help us?" Y/n sighed, cursing Ego under her breath for throwing her into this whole teaching thing. As she responded, a boy with black and yellow hair interrupted "ooo, this'll be fun." She internally smirked at this, glad that at least someone was on board.

 Another boy walked up to her, his long, wavy, dark brown hair swaying slightly. He smiled down at her, moving the piece of hair covering her eye. "Ballet hmm? How glam. By the way, you shouldn't cover those beautiful eyes of yours." 

She scoffed, pushing his hand off of her, the hair falling back in its place. "Anyone else have something they'd like to say? Or can I explain exactly what it is I'll be doing?" They all shook their heads and y/n nodded. 

Before she noticed out of the corner of her eye a tall white-haired guy whispering into a purple-haired dude's ear "It sounds interesting at least." The purple-head nodded slightly. Y/n cleared her throat "You have something you want to share with the class?" 

The two shook their heads and shut up instantly. Y/n turned around, trailing her hands down her face in annoyance, before turning back to them.

 "Okay look. Oftentimes, athletes take ballet to gain better control over their bodies. So I'll be starting you with the basics. You will have a set schedule. 6 am you will wake up. Breakfast will be at 6:30. I expect you all to be here in this studio by 7. We will practice for six hours then you will have lunch at 1. By 1:30 you will be back here for another six hours and you'll eat dinner at 7. Then you'll have free time to do...whatever you want. Except, of course, practice soccer. Oh, and above all. Dance has one main rule. There isn't room for EGO at the barre! Got it?!" 

All the boy's eyes widened in horror. Meanwhile, Anri and Ego sat watching through the cameras. Anri turned to Ego "What?! That's the exact opposite of what we're trying to do Ego! What the hell?!" Ego sighed, watching his daughter. 

That was the one thing he hated about it. He looked to Anri. "I'm fully aware of that. As much as I hate that fact, I can't deny that they need this," he gestured to the screens, "And that she's the best one to teach them." 

Anri gave Ego a worried look but dropped the topic as they looked on, watching the boys protesting y/n's insane schedule. "You can't be serious," the purple-head said. 

Y/n looked at them, her emotionless face contorting into one of menace as she smirked. "Oh, hon. I'm completely serious." She chuckled, throwing her arms out and spinning as she laughed.

 "Welcome to hell bitches."