Chuuya Nakahara, a young prodigy of martial arts never thought he would find soccer interesting.
Kicking a ball? That sounded quite boring.
Whenever the school day ends he always see some boys playing soccer, watching them with an indifferent expr...
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(A/n: This will follow the anime and manga.
[Swear warning]
[3rd P.O.V]
The sound of fake grass crunching against cleats was strangely soothing to the ears, it wasn't a sound that everyone liked as it can get quite annoying. Crunching sound underneath cleats didn't sound appealing unless you are a football player.
Just the feeling of being on the field was like entering a battlefield or a chess board, waiting for the first move of the opposer.
Nakahara Chuuya , striker in the Re Al youth team is currently practicing on his strikes and ball control. Sweat slowly dripped down his forehead as he panted from the three hours of practice he's been doing.
The ginger narrowed his eyes as he glared at the ball in front of him, imagining a certain someone's head since the person decided to spam text him at three am.
He knew he needed to take a break but not before lining up his shot at starting line, reeling in before striking the ball on the side causing a slight curve. The sound when his foot came into contact was like a bullet and flew across the field, curving into the net.
The net strained against the power causing some of it to rip slightly before the ball gently fell to the goal area.
'Seems like I still need to work on my power distribution on the ball. Tsk.' Chuuya thought with a sigh running his hand through his ginger locks. He walked to the bench where he placed his bag that held his football gear, grabbing a towel and wiping away the sweat.
Taking a seat, he grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip to quench his thirst. He finished with a sigh as he poured some water over himself to cool off.
As he was on his little break, he heard the sound of shoes echoing in the hallway that led to the practice area he is in. Raising an elegant eyebrow his eyes relaxed from the glare that washed over them, watching to see who was about to enter.
Lo and behold it was Re Al's midfielder of the youth team; Itoshi Sae.
The midfielder wore an indifferent and cold expression, but Chuuya swore he saw those dull eyes light up faintly before fading back.
"Perfect, seems like my intuition of you being here was correct." Sae said smoothly walking to Chuuya with hands in his pockets.
The ginger chuckled faintly shaking his head at Sae. "Appears so but let's cut to chase, I'm assuming you need to tell me something or does Luna need me?" Chuuya asked as he took another sip of his water bottle.
