𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

01||Blue Lock

Chapter 1: Blue lock

Song: Survival

I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up, 

I'm not gon' stop, I'm gon' work harder.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Aiza's POV:

I was nearly at the goal zone, confronted by three defenders on my way. Three... two... one, and now only the goalie remained between me and victory.

"You're not getting past me! Soccer isn't a game for the weak like you!" A player rushed at me, trying to block my way with his size and strength. I realized I couldn't get past him alone; I felt tiny next to such a giant.

"Aiza, pass the ball to me!" a teammate shouted from the left. Pass? Why would I do that, only to risk losing the point?

I sensed another presence behind me. Of course, it was you, big bro...

"I don't want to hear it from someone who hasn't even scored yet," I whispered, giving the ball a gentle nudge. Louis was already in position—his speed was remarkable.

The giant defender began to sprint toward Louis, his reflexes so sluggish that I could have scored multiple goals before he reached my brother.

Now, pass it back, Louis.

Perfect.

The ball flew through the air and hit the back of the net with a thud.

It's game over!

"Oh man it finally ended" Louis mumbled under his breath.

"You're lucky I let you pass to me!" I shouted back at him, who was still jogging toward me. Like he's the reason I scored or something. Pfft.

Louis raised an eyebrow at me like he always does when he's trying to be the 'cool older brother.' "Oh, is that how you remember it? Because I remember passing the ball when someone was about to trip over their shoelaces."

My jaw dropped. Excuse me?! "Excuse you!" I shout back, putting a hand on my chest, pretending to be offended. "I was strategizing! It's called mind games, Louis. You wouldn't understand."

One of our teammate, Kenji jogged up, throwing an arm around us before Louis could answer back. "Nice work, you two! A bit flashy at the end, huh?"

I pushed Kenji's arm off "Flashy? That's my middle name" I said with a smirk

Kenji snickered. "Oh really? Thought it was 'Danger-Prone' Aiza."

"You want me to kick you instead of the ball next time, Дурак(fool)" I said narrowing my eyes.

Kenji raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'm out!" Louis chuckled and ruffled my hair after he left "You're too intense for your own good sometimes."

"I'm focused, Louis. There's a difference!" I swatted his hand away, pouting.

My gaze shifted to the opposing team, leaving the field in frustration. Their faces were a mix of sadness and irritation, and it felt satisfying to break their spirits and shatter their egos.

I made an 'L' shape with my hand and stuck out my tongue. Take the 'L,' loser, soccer isn't a place for a weak like you.

I couldn't help but wonder how they'd react if they knew they lost to a girl a year or two younger than them. The thought made me giggle softly.