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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"merda"
That was the first thing Akira thought when he stepped onto the pitch for his match against Team X, where he was greeted with a seething yet familiar face. The teen he bumped into on the first day at Blue Lock, who he later was told was Barou Shouei the main man of Team X.
The whistle blew for the game to begin and Team V jumped into action, seamlessly advancing through the lacklustre opposition. "Akira!" Reo yelled as he slid the ball across to the curly-haired teen who was ready and waiting to take the shot. Striking the ball with deadly accuracy it was to no one's surprise that it found its way into the net.
Team V 1 - 0 Team X
'This was the team Kunigami said was a pain no?' Akira thought as they reset, looking across from them he could confidently say that none were competition. Even the angry-looking one, as for someone with such a large ego, hadn't done much to stop Team V from scoring.
The game was once again underway, and the bronzed teen decided to have a bit of fun. With the ball at his feet, he didn't move an inch off the halfway line, much to the confusion of his teammates.
"Akira what are you doing?"
"Run with the ball!"
"Is he hurt or something?"
Ignoring their complaints and concerns the golden-eyed teen merely looked at the ball then at the goal, before striking it. The strike could only be described as a bullet, dangerous and unstoppable so fast no one get in the way to intercept and stop it and the goalkeeper barely got a finger to it.
Team V 2 - 0 Team X
"Great job Akira," Reo said bounding over to the teen to celebrate, along with the rest. While Akira did try to enjoy the brief celebrations, he couldn't help but feel eyes burning into the back of his head. Turning to see where it was coming from, he was met with the same orangy red he remembered staring into when they clashed in the hall. The spiky-haired teen scoffed before turning away, anger evident on his face, veins popping out of his forehead and all.
The whistle blew again but this time Akira found himself being marked by three opposing players, which was rather dumb on their end as it opened up space for Zantetsu to run forward, passing to him the glasses teen quickly found himself cut off but with the opposition distracted with covering off the newest threat it gave the curly haired teen a chance to make a break for it.
