Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.17. Ei.Yu.T

The day of the Barcha against Ubers game, Y/N woke up like normal. He followed his usual routine, brushing teeth, splashing cold water on his face, and doing a few quick stretches to wake his body up. He was equal parts excited and nervous - after all, there was no telling what could happen in the game.

In the Manshine/Bastard game, he'd lost to Noa. A fair one against one, nobody interfering, and he'd lost. Of course, he knew it was probably going to happen, but it just... didn't feel right with him. But he'd managed to score when Noa wasn't there.

But he'd used his teammates. He'd relied on them for help, to get his goal. Y/N didn't know if that was good or bad.

In any case, apart from the emotions inside, it was a normal day.

After breakfast, and a few more trivial things, he scooped up his phone. Any messages...? Usually, he had one or two, from other people inside the Bluelock facility on their group chat. Today? There was only one message, but not from the chat like he was expecting.

Ei.Yu.T has liked your post.

Ei.Yu.T has liked your post.

Ei.Yu.T has liked your post.

Ei.Yu.T has sent you a message. Click here to view.

Who... is this guy? Y/N opened it, frowning. It was the first time that he'd received a message from his unknown, probably stalkerish fan. Not thinking much of it, he looked at the message, reading it quickly.

His eyes widened.

Y/N's breath hitched in his throat, and he froze. His lips parted with shock. The phone tumbled from his hands, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He made no move to pick it up, drawing in a shaky breath.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, he stumbled for his bedroom.

His fingers clutched at the nearby door frame, digging into the wooden surface. Panic, anger, sadness, worry: a tornado of emotions rose in his stomach. He wanted to be sick.

In his bedroom. Y/N all but collapsed onto his bed, snatching the pillow with the desperation of a dying animal. He raised it to his mouth, pressing it against his own lips to muffle any noise.

Hot, raw, guttural emotion rose in the back of his throat. Y/N drew in one sharp, gasp of a breath-

Then, he was screaming. And he couldn't stop.

🥕🥕🥕

"Welcome to Neo Egoist League, match four! We have Italy's Ubers, playing against Spain's FC Barcha!"

Lights flashed. Bells dinged. The cameras whirred, capturing every inch of the room as the two teams flooded into the field. On one side, Bachira led the team with a huge grin on his face. On the other, Barou strode in front of his teammates, a terrifyingly dark look on his face.

"Who will take this game?! Last time, we saw Bastard Munchen and Manshine City go at it, with super goals from all sides, and an amazing finisher by the Mercenary, Y/N L/N!"

"Will we see Bachira Meguru's dribbling prowess? Will Barou Shoei show us why he's deserving of Ubers' striker position? Or will Y/N L/N outshine them all, yet again?!"

"I'm stoked for this game, Natsuki. These teams are literal polar opposites - Ubers have amazing coordination and teamplay, looking downright inhuman sometimes with how well they work together! On the other hand, Barcha prides themselves on fancy plays, solo runs, and a generally more loose style!"