𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

❝𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢❞

The whistle blows, and the game between Team V and Team Z begins.

Almost immediately, Team Z looks like they're drowning.

You're standing at midfield, cane out of sight, Momo waiting on the sidelines like always, while the rest of Team Z struggles to gain control. The ball keeps slipping through their defense like water through a sieve. Pass after pass, your team dances around them, Nagi barely looking interested as he traps the ball with one touch, Reo threading perfect passes across the pitch.

Team Z? They're running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

"Damn," Reo mutters, jogging up next to you after sending yet another pinpoint cross. "This is too easy."

You nod, your attention on the field but feeling a bit bored. "I thought they'd put up more of a fight."

A few minutes in, and you're already up by two. Nagi had effortlessly scored the first goal, and then Reo followed up with a screamer from outside the box. It's not even a challenge, and you haven't even had to get too involved yet.

Isagi, the kid you bumped into earlier, is trying his best. He's got some hustle, you'll give him that, but he's not making any impact. Team Z's passes are messy, their formations all over the place, and it's obvious that they're in over their heads.

Suddenly, Zantetsu barrels down the field, speed blurring his movements as he charges straight for the goal. "Zantetsu, pass!" you call, but in typical Zantetsu fashion, he ignores you and takes a wild shot at the net from a ridiculous angle. The ball goes flying—straight out of bounds.

"Idiot," Reo groans. "He really needs to stop pretending he can aim."

Nagi, who's standing next to the goalposts, yawns. "Too much effort," he mutters, not even fazed by the chaos around him. You roll your eyes, knowing he's only half paying attention.

Team Z tries to regroup, but they're barely holding it together. Kunigami tries to go for a breakaway, but you intercept him easily, reading the flow of his movements. You steal the ball, flick it over his foot, and dribble toward the goal.

Just when you're about to take a shot, Isagi suddenly rushes in, blocking your path. You sense him, his footsteps fast and determined.

"Oh? Trying to stop me?" you smirk, teasing him as you pivot and pass the ball back to Reo. "Nice try."

Isagi stumbles for a second, eyes wide, and you can tell he's struggling to figure out how you knew he was coming.

Before Team Z can even react, Reo sends a perfect cross into the box, and Nagi casually taps it in with a lazy flick of his foot. Goal. Again.

"Three to zero," you say, your voice dripping with amusement. "Is that all you've got, Isagi?"

You hear Isagi mutter something under his breath, clearly frustrated. His teammates are shouting at each other, trying to figure out what went wrong, but nothing they do seems to work. Meanwhile, you, Reo, and Nagi are practically coasting through the match.

"Maybe this'll be over quicker than we thought," Reo muses, passing the ball to you as the game resets.

You shrug. "I hope so. I'd like to grab a steak after this."

Nagi yawns again, clearly uninterested in the game's pacing. "Yeah... steak sounds good. Let's finish this."

Team Z looks like they're falling apart. If they don't get their act together soon, this game will be a total slaughter.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 『𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤: 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞!』

Halftime rolls around, and with Team V leading 3-0, you're feeling pretty good about the game. It's not like Team Z is going to magically pull a miracle out of nowhere. You're relaxed, humming to yourself as you wander through the facility, trying to find the locker room.

The problem is, all these damn hallways look the same. Or, well, feel the same.

"Momo, where are we?" you mutter, more to yourself than to your guide dog, as you tap along with your cane. You're not entirely sure, but it's halftime, so everyone's taking a break somewhere.

You hear the faint sound of chatter and figure you're close. The door in front of you feels like it's probably the right one, so you casually push it open and step inside.

Dead silence.

You stop short, the vibe instantly off. No one's talking. That's odd.

"Am I in the right place?" you ask, more out of habit than anything else.

A voice stammers. "Uh... n-no, I don't think so..."

Another voice—definitely different from Nagi's or Reo's—chimes in. "You're in the wrong locker room."

"Wait... is that a girl?" someone whispers, like it's the most shocking thing that's happened all day.

Then, someone clears their throat loudly. "Uh, Bachira, man, you wanna... maybe put some clothes on?"

"Why?" another voice answers—this one all too carefree. "She can't see anything. Besides, it's halftime. I like to be free."

You frown. "Free from what?"

"From pants!" Bachira says proudly, like that's a normal thing to say.

You hear someone slap their forehead.

"Uh... I'm just gonna go," you say, trying to back out gracefully, but you're stifling a laugh because what the hell is this situation? You turn to leave, but before you can get out the door, Bachira's voice rings out again, far too cheerful for your liking.

"Wait, wait! You're not embarrassed, are you?" he teases, his tone playful. "Not every day a girl walks in on a guy at halftime."

You snort. "Trust me, I can't see anything, Bachira. You're fine." Then, half-jokingly, you add, "But you should probably put on some clothes before you scare your own teammates."

A couple of voices groan in agreement. "Seriously, Bachira, this isn't that kind of place..."

"Well," Bachira says, still annoyingly chipper, "if she doesn't mind, what's the problem?"

"The problem," you say, trying to hold back your laughter, "is I'm in the wrong damn locker room. Thanks for the, uh, warm welcome, though."

A couple of the Team Z guys chuckle nervously, and you feel a hand on your shoulder as someone guides you toward the door.

"That's the wrong way," one of them mutters sheepishly. "Here, let me help."

Finally, you find the right door, but not before hearing Bachira shout one last thing: "Hey, if we win the second half, let's have a streaking party!"

You hear a collective groan behind you as the door shuts, and you can't help but smile as you make your way to Team V's locker room.

"Idiots," you mutter, shaking your head.