𝓑𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓣𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝓕𝐎𝐔𝐑 ★ 𝓻𝐞𝐝 𝓿𝐬 𝔀𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝓻𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

"Bachira! meu amigo, you ready?"

"Just keep passing the ball to me, blunt bangs, that way I can score glam goals and win"

"All right!"

"Hey, let's get this over with and move on. Instant kill time."

"Understood."

"Vamos"

The red team stood across from the whites once more, with Isagi and Nagi having the reinforcement of both Chigiri and Barou. Making this rematch interesting, to say the least, and Akira couldn't wait to see how the match unfolded. But unfortunately for him, Aryu took it upon himself to delay the start just a tad more, in search of answers that he deemed important.

"I must know what conditioner you use" The glam teen asked, fiddling with a strand of Chigiri's hair who looked just as perplexed as everyone to what was going on. "Just the stuff in the communal bath, same as everyone else," The redhead said not too sure what to make of the person before him, "But your cuticles are beyond perfection, clearly your one of the precious few with natural born glam," Aryu said as he continued to play with the strand of his opponent's hair who seemed to have finally had enough.

"Don't touch the hair alright?" Chigiri declared as he whacked the black-haired player's hand away who surprisingly didn't look the slightest bit offended, "My apologies, it's beauty was beckoning me. I worship at the altar of glam, it's an honour to battle with a fellow aesthetic. Shake my hand Chigiri Hyoma" Aryu said offering his hand, which the redhead hesitantly took before saying.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a memorable game," Chigiri acknowledged the matchup between the two, knowing that he would be seeing plenty of him during the match, before counting to speak. "Aryu Jyubei, by the way, that's a real grandpa's name." Which seemed to trigger the former "How dare you! As if I wasn't already massively self-conscious about how unglam my name is, it belongs to a dusty relic like some medieval samurai. That is the only thing I have a complex about." The long-haired teen said, quickly pulling some glam poses to help himself feel better.

"Aryu, corte isso meu amigo," Akira said in a half-baked attempt to calm his teammate down, worried he would run himself ragged before the match even began though he did take slight amusement in the current situation.

"Uh hey, Isagi are these guys really as tough as you said?"

"uhu, yeah but only in football. Except for Akira though"