𝓑𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓕𝐎𝐔𝐑 ★ 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

Ito Akira hated the unknown, he liked to have a firm idea of how things would pan out but in this case, he didn't. As he stood outside the large wooden doors of the Japan Football Union main hall with Reo and Nagi, the bronzed boy couldn't help but feel a sense of unease trickle through him.

"'Kay," Reo said as he readjusted his tie for the hundredth time, the three dressed in school uniform even though it was a Saturday. "Is this a job interview?" Nagi asked as they waited for Reo to finish messing with his uniform. 

"I wonder what kind of player will be here, I'm so stoked that I get to crush them with you two," Reo said eager as to what was behind the doors, though it seemed his friends weren't as keen as him. While Nagi was indifferent at the thought, Akira chewed at his lip nervous at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"But what if there are guys who are better than me? Better than us? Wouldn't you be better off teaming up with them?" the white-haired teen's words stunned the purple-haired teen slightly "Hah, I'd never do something so cold, not to the two of you." Reo reassured with a smile.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you did. Would you Akira?" Nagi said turning to face the curly-haired teen who had yet to utter a word, eyes glancing to his bottom lip wedged between his teeth leaning forward slightly. "Stop it you are gonna hurt yourself" Nagi mumbled gently tugging his lower lip out from his sharp canines, running his thumb gently across his now slightly swollen mouth. 

"Nervous?" Reo asked the golden-eyed boy, who only nodded, his eyes downcast. "Hold my hand and give it a squeeze okay?" the amethyst-eyed boy said as he crept closer to Akira, who quickly snapped at the chance to hold his friend's hand for comfort. 

As the trio stepped through the doors they were greeted by the sight of a room crowded full of teenagers, all so different yet had one instantly recognisable quality, they were all forwards. "Wow, so many people. They're all, high schoolers. Crazy. What's gonna go down now?" Reo said amazed as his eyes trailed over the herd of players.

Akira couldn't help but squeeze the Mikage boy's hand tighter, at the sight of the mob of people present in the room. His death grip now turned the boy's hand white and would probably leave a bruise or two, but the bronzed boy didn't mean to, his hatred for crowds was to blame for making this a living nightmare. 

Shielding himself behind his two friends Akira didn't even bother to glance around the room to eye up all the attractive and talented players present, unlike his friends. The trio lingered in the back of the room and were the closest to the door, at Nagi and Akira's request which Reo gladly went along with.