"𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡"
➥In which
the bluelock characters accidentally add the cocky daughter of a
famous soccer player
reader x bllk ! various !
Bllk chatfic/crackfic
eventual smut
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"I watched a change
in you
It's like you never
had wings"
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As you walked through the bustling halls of Inarizaki High, a hush fell over the crowd, the atmosphere thick with admiration and curiosity. Students paused mid-conversation, their chatter fading into whispers as they turned to gaze at you. It was almost like stepping onto a stage, with all eyes drawn to your presence. Your hair flowed gloriously as you walked, catching the soft light filtering through the windows, each strand shimmering as it danced in the gentle breeze. When you smiled, it felt like sunshine breaking through clouds, illuminating the faces around you and causing hearts to skip a beat. Your eyes, bright and full of mischief, twinkled with secrets, hinting at the adventures that lay just beneath the surface. You had a magnetic pull, an enchanting aura that kept the entire school captivated.
Your popularity among the girls was well-established, a phenomenon that had grown since your early years at school. It was no secret that your father was a celebrated soccer player, his fame casting a long shadow that intrigued many. While they were drawn to you, it often felt like they were more enamored with the idea of him.
"Can we meet your dad, Y/n?"
"What if we came over? Would we see him?"
Their eager questions followed you like a persistent echo, familiar yet exhausting. The enthusiasm was sweet at first, but it quickly morphed into a constant reminder that your identity was often overshadowed by his legacy. They all wanted a glimpse of the man behind the name, treating you as a mere bridge to their fantasies rather than as an actual person.
"Yo, Y/n, wait up!" The familiar voice cut through the buzz of the hallway, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to see your brunette best friend weaving through the throng of students, his easy confidence evident in the way he moved. He was one of the few guys who didn'tact like a fish out of water in your presence, a refreshing contrast to the awestruck gazes of others.
