𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞

❝𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞❞

The tension between Nagi and Reo is palpable from the moment you all step onto the field. Team X stands on the other side, looking like they're ready for war, but you're more focused on the subtle tug-of-war happening between your teammates.

Reo is the first to make a move. As the whistle blows, he immediately passes the ball to you, a sharp flick of his foot sending it perfectly your way. "Let's go, Y/N!" he shouts, voice full of energy.

You take off, feeling the vibrations of the players around you as you sprint down the field, the ball glued to your feet. Reo's quick, you'll give him that. He's already moving into position, clearly expecting you to pass it back to him.

But before you can make a decision, Nagi's voice cuts in. "Pass it here." He's further ahead, barely jogging, but his eyes are trained on you, his usual laid-back attitude hiding a competitive edge.

You roll your eyes, grinning to yourself. "Really? We're doing this now?"

With a quick twist of your body, you fake a pass to Reo before turning and sending the ball hurtling toward Nagi. He traps it mid-stride, like it's second nature, and with barely any effort, he flicks it back to you. You take the ball, dodge two defenders with ease, and power through the rest of Team X's midfield.

The goal is just within reach, and you can feel both Reo and Nagi tracking your movements, almost as if they're trying to outdo each other. You don't need them right now, though. With a sharp turn, you slide past the last defender and slam the ball into the net.

1-0. All yours.

"Nice one," Reo says, running up to you, a competitive grin on his face. He bumps your shoulder playfully. "But next time, pass it to your partner."

Nagi strolls over, completely unbothered. "She did pass it to me. We scored because of it."

You chuckle, feeling the heat between them already. "Ladies, ladies, calm down. Plenty of passes to go around... if you can keep up."

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

The match continues, and Team X tries to retaliate. They manage to slip one past your defense, bringing the score to 1-1. But you're not fazed. The moment you get the ball again, you're on the move.

Reo's shouting for the pass, and Nagi's already in position further up the field, waiting. You can feel them both. They're practically pulling at you for your attention. But instead of choosing, you decide to take things into your own hands.

You weave through Team X's defenders, quick on your feet, using the awareness of their movements to predict where they'll go. With a sharp turn, you break free and, from the edge of the box, send the ball sailing into the top corner of the net.