"To Win" Blue Lock ff (x Reader)

Chapter 1 : Manager

The flow of your dress, and the stride of your hips, the smile in your face and the air gently blowing your hair.

You walked confidently as you made your way through the hallway filled with chatters about school problems, gossips, and just friends hanging around in general.

To be fair, you never expected to actually walk confidently in the walls of this place, considering the fact you never slept a wink last night.
Perhaps it was because you were looking for some sort of stimuli to lessen your boredom.

Or maybe you just happened to have a tiny bit of motivation which appeared from who knows where.

You found yourself inside your classroom, eyes locking on your chair and making your way over there.

You greeted your friends with a smile, and your friends waved at you, returning the gesture.

You sat on your chair with a groan, exhaustion catching up to you, your breath becoming more audible now with each deep exhale.

Chatters amongst your group stopped, as a smile etched on their faces at the sight of you
You didn't look at them and leaned on the back of your chair, eyes closing and once again letting out a sigh
but a laugh erupted from your group knocking you awake.

Sounds of laughter passed around as they made fun of your exhausted state,
Clearly a joke to lighten up the mood as you joined in with their laughter.

"Never knew Ms. Overly dedicated would get tired"
"Indeed, although it's not that much of a shock"

They laughed around and about, each laughter growing and your patience for some reason, still intact

"But seriously though, don't you think you should stop and try to catch your breath for a while? You've been at that soccer thingy for so long"

"Never thought I'd ever agree with you for once, but she's right"

Your friends continuous laughter came to a stop, replacing it with worry as they share their opinions on your current state.

"Hey, I have an idea, how about going to karaoke after school? It'll be a nice stress relief~"

All your friends shared looks of approval sharing nods.
They all came to an agreeable and approved plan, looking at you as if they didn't just plan something without you saying a word.

You were about to intervene, about to excuse your way out of this, until looks of 'you must come' was shared amongst your friend group and directed at you, leaving you no room for turning them down.

You knew you can't do anything anymore and decided to give in.

With a defeated smile, you once again let out a sigh "Fine"
Your friends let out cheerful sounds as they celebrated amongst themselves.

Class started and ended in the blink of an eye.

You all went straight to your destination, giddily and enthusiastically. But perhaps not so giddily or enthusiastically in your case?

Your friends voices, would probably be the last thing you wanna hear.
Especially with how much they are screaming, to the point it cannot even be considered singing anymore.

All your friends are swaying to the song, eating here and there, some ordering more food, and you just... There
Your friends tried coaxing you into singing but you refused.

Something else entirely different plaguing your mind like a virus that goes through each single cell in your system.

Your mind raced with the thoughts of yesterday... something you had yet to share with your friend group. Recently kicked out as manager after some fight with the coach, with his restricting philosophy made you clench your fist as you refrain yourself from remembering it.

Your loss of source of entertainment, and also being rid of your passion, was why you were so tired.
Being awake last night didn't help you think at all either.

And now, you're stuck thinking on what to do. You want to distract yourself. Want to feel something.

You found yourself exiting the room as quietly as you can. But that proabably didn't matter with the constant screaming on the microphone, making everything else not audible.

As you walked through the corridors of the karaoke place, and exited the whole karaoke place altogether, you decided to go to a cafe.
On your way there, you were met by a tv playing some soccer game.

You decided to once let your desire take over and turned your head to watch it.
The game was nothing more but a bummer. A team filled with restricted youth. Youths whose potential was undermined by the 'higher ups' the coaches.

A philosophy that restricted their potential...

Youths whose talents have been tarnished by the concept of roles and restricted plays the philosophy that cuts off their true strength, and molded into a disgu--

"Hello, Miss (last name)?"

A womanly voice chimed in.
Your focus still on the tv, yet you heard the woman loud and clear...
You slowly turned to face her, your face starting to form into confusion as you tried to remember who she was

"My name is Anri Teiri, and I have come here with something you might find yourself interested in"

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Additional time :

Friend 1 : Hey (first name), what exactly was your reason for starting to manage soccer teams?

Friend 2 : Yeah, I am a bit curious too...

You : That is such a stupid question, I do it because... I want to?

Friend 3 : Or~ is it for the good-looking guys? 

Friend 3 passes you a mischievous look, your other friend looks at you the same way as if to tease you

Friend 4 : It must be with their physique 

Says Friend 4, lightly chuckling

Your friends continued giggling amongst themselves, immersing themselves in the topic of what might be your reason for deciding to manage soccer teams

You decided to stay silent, just letting them have their fun on letting their delusions run wild

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