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╰➤ 𝗩𝗦. 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗬

        𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗩 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗, the anticipation of the upcoming match against Team Y hung in the air. The players, all sharp-eyed and focused, were already warming up, each movement a display of the precision and skill honed through countless hours of practice. Yet, there was a notable absence among them. As the minutes ticked by, one of the teammates couldn’t help but notice the missing figure.

“[L/N] isn’t here,” one called out, a hint of frustration lacing his voice as they scanned the field.

"They're still in the locker room,” Reo replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. His mind was already half on the game, but now he had to deal with this. 

“Then, get them! We’re about to start!”

"Why does it have to be me?” Reo pointed to himself in disbelief, his eyes rolling slightly at the thought of having to play babysitter.

“Just get them before Team Y comes here!” The command was more forceful this time, leaving Reo with little choice but to comply.

“Ugh, whatever…” Reo grumbled, reluctantly turning away from the field. His steps echoed through the stadium tunnel as he made his way towards the locker room, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. It was supposed to be a day of focus and strategy, not running after someone who couldn’t manage their time. 

When he finally pushed open the door to the locker room, his eyes immediately fell on you, sprawled out on the bench, lost in the depths of your dreams.

You clung to your uniform, as if holding onto a security blanket, completely oblivious to the world around you. Reo couldn’t help but scoff at the sight, shaking his head in disbelief at your nonchalance.

He leaned down, grasping your shoulders with a firm grip, and shook you with just enough force to rouse you. “Wake up, asshole. You’ve got a match to play,”

A groan was your only response as you turned away, burying your face deeper into the fabric of your uniform. Reo’s patience was wearing thin, and he was far from amused by your reluctance to wake up. 

Without a second thought, he leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing against your ear as he shouted, “Wake up, you fucking bastard! If you like to sleep anywhere, you might as well sleep in the dumpster!”

The sudden burst of noise jolted you awake, sending a shock through your system that nearly had you tumbling off the bench in surprise. 

Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Reo’s smirk was the first thing you saw as your vision cleared, his expression dripping with smug satisfaction. “Ugh... can you not do that? You’re gonna injure my eardrums…!” you complained, your voice hoarse with sleep, but the annoyance was clear.