The Kokeshi Of Russia {Blue Lock x Reader}

{CHAPTER 5: Progress? About the pace of a snail}

Third POV

The next day, while the players slept, y/n woke up at 5. She went and got breakfast before walking back into her room and starting her morning routine. 

Once she was finished, she threw on a f/c leotard with pink tights and a s/f/c skirt. Looking in the mirror, she fixed every little wrinkle, determined to look pristine. She then threw her hair up into a mid-high bun, accidentally giving herself a facelift with how tight it was (a/n: as a dancer. I can in fact confirm that this is real and not an exaggeration). 

Once she was completely ready, she grabbed her notebook and pen off the ground from the night before and headed to the main studio. As she set up the music and looked over her notes once more, she heard the alarm she had Ego set the day before,  go off, waking all the players. Immediately, she set a timer for an hour. 

Then she sat and waited.

[small timeskip]

An hour was up, and not one of the players was in the studio. An irk mark appeared on y/n's forehead as she waited another half an hour until it was 7:30. Huffing, she stormed out of the studio, making a beeline for the cafeteria. 

What she saw caused her emotionless mask to chip slightly as she glared at the players, who were too focused on their conversations to even notice her standing there. Her right eye twitched as she balled her fists. 

She growled quietly before punching the door, causing a loud ringing sound to emanate through the room, grabbing everyone's attention. Her e/c eyes bore into every single one of them as she menacingly called "Studio. Now." The players all looked to each other in terror, minus three of them who instead rolled their eyes, but complied anyhow. 

Once everyone was in the studio, y/n stood facing them. She began to scold them "I said you all were to be in this studio by 7. And yet I waited an extra thirty minutes, only to find you all talking. I have half a mind to lock you all off."

 The blonde guy with pink tips spoke, smirking "And why should we have to listen to you anyway? This is pointless. Dance isn't a sport and it sure as hell won't help US!" Y/n had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from screaming at him, instead opting to send a glare his way.

 She sighed, hopping off the chair she was standing on and walking towards the players. As she did, Ego came on the screen. "You have to listen to her because if you don't you WILL be locked off. And while you don't believe this will help, I promise you, my diamonds in the rough. It will."

 Y/n smirked at this, instructing everyone to take a place at the barre and beginning to teach them the basics. As they did what she said (against their wills) she walked around fixing a few things here and there.

 She stopped by Rin, raising an eyebrow and grabbing his leg, fixing it. "There, that's how you should hold it." He flushed slightly, looking away and mumbling "Tch, whatever." 

Y/n ignored this and continued to make her rounds, this time stopping by the purple head from the day before. She was actually impressed, his basics were almost flawless. Though, being the tsundere she is, instead of actually complimenting him she said "Huh. You aren't completely terrible."

 He smirked "Thanks. I mean, this isn't the first time I've taken a class soooo...By the way, I'm Reo," he pointed to his white-haired friend, "And that's Nagi." Y/n nodded at this, walking over to a pink-haired male, smiling internally at his enthusiasm and willingness to learn.

 She chuckled softly, grabbing his arms and stilling them "You have to control your arms a bit more. Stop flailing them so much." He chuckled sheepishly "Sorry. It's just. I've always been interested in it, so I'm kinda excited." 

Y/n nodded in understanding. She was the exact same way when she started out, her excitement got in the way of her execution. But she had to learn to reel it in, as he would too.

 She asked his name, to which he told her it was Chigiri, along with telling her the names of the rest of the people. A ghost of a smile washed over her face, before falling back blank. The rest of the day went, pretty smoothly to say the least, despite the rough start and a few bumps along the way. 

That night, Ego called her into his office. "So, how are you adjusting?" Y/n sat down in the chair next to him, slumping as she replied "Eh....alright. It's still weird though." 

Ego nodded, his eyes glued to the many screens in front of them. "So-" Y/n scoffed, already knowing what he was going to ask and rolling her eyes. 

"Progress? About the pace of a snail."