Chapter 1: You Pass, I Score, We Pretend I Did All the Work
Song: Survival
I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up,
I'm not gon' stop, I'm gon' work harder.
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Aiza's POV:
Football is simple—twenty-two players, one ball, and ninety minutes to make history. Simple, except when your goalkeeper is arguing with the referee, the striker just tripped over the grass, and the coach is yelling so loud you're starting to question his lung capacity. Somewhere in that madness, I learned one thing: the ball doesn't care about your plans.
And maybe, neither does life.
Right now, my plan was as follows: get past these defenders, score a goal, and look awesome while doing it. Easy, right? Yeah. I was weaving through defenders like a pro. One left. Two. Boom, down to one last obstacle: a human tank pretending to be a defender.
"You're not getting past me! Soccer isn't a game for the weak like you!" he shouted, 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? No way. That's just code for let me mess this up for you.
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 muttered pointing to giant defender, nudging the ball toward Louis.
Louis zipped forward—his speed, I'll admit, was useful. The human tank lumbered toward him like a glacier, leaving me wide open. The defender stumbled after him, but by then, Louis had passed the ball back to me.
Perfect. One clean strike later, and the ball hit the back of the net. Game over.
"Oh man, it finally ended" Louis mumbled under his breath.
"You're lucky I let you pass to me!" I said grinning, throwing an arm around Louis's shoulders. It was wildly uncomfortable because he's ridiculously tall compared to me, and my arm felt like it was dangling off a lamppost.
Louis raised an eyebrow, his expression full of smug disbelief. "Oh, is that how you remember it? Because I recall passing the ball before you gave it up"
My jaw dropped. Excuse me?! "Excuse you!" I shouted, reaching up to grab his head and ruffle his hair into a wild mess, even if I had to stretch to do it.
"Hey, knock it off!" Louis laughed, trying to pull away, but I wasn't letting go that easily.
"That's what you get for talking nonsense," I teased, still grinning.
He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto his face. "You're so annoying, you know that?"
"Well, I'm your little sister after all, right?" I shot back winking and sticking my tongue out at him.
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 watch them making that face.
I made an 'L' shape with my hand and stuck out my tongue. Take the 'L,' losers, 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.
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Ethereal ✦ Blue Lock
Fanfiction⇾ Tensions run high, and bonds form in the most unexpected ways, as 300 players fight for their dreams. But when a wildcard enters the pitch, nothing-no strategy, no ego, no player-will remain the same. ⇽ "He might be the one who scores the goals, b...
