Third POV
The next day was an off day. Even a perfectionist needs some time off. Y/n was in her personal studio practically the entire day, running through exercises and just dancing in general. After the week she had, she needed a way to expel all the frustration that had built inside her.
As she moved across the floor, she felt all of her worries melt away. That was, until the dude with pink tips showed up, Shidou, that was the name she had seen on his file. Y/n felt her body tense immediately as she stopped moving and turned to him with a harsh glare.
"What do you want?" she scowled, pushing her hair back in front of her eyes. Shidou chuckled lowly, walking towards her.
"I want to know why a little girl like you was brought here," he smirked evilly, stopping directly in front of her. Due to his sheer height, she had to step back to look up at him without destroying her neck.
"Wow, you must be a fucking idiot huh?" she tilted her head, one of her e/c eyes piercing through her hair. Shidou stopped, his jaw dropped ever so slightly, to the untrained eye it wasn't noticeable, but to y/n's eyes, she could read all of them like a book.
He felt threatened. This small girl had just called him an idiot without even flinching. Y/n stood, waiting for him to answer her with an eyebrow raised. He cleared his throat as he flushed angrily.
"What did you just call me?" he growled, leaning forward to tower over her even more. Y/n stood with a blank, bored face.
"I called you an idiot, which clearly you are. I've been here a week, teaching you ungrateful jackasses, and you still haven't figured out why I'm here?" She grabbed his collar and pulled him down with a triumphant smirk, "That's being an idiot. And that fact that you don't know that, just proves my damn point," she let go of him, scoffing and walking off, leaving him to stew in her words.
He had never had anyone talk to him like that. Sure, he didn't mind when someone challenged him, it gave him someone to beat the shit out of. But y/n, there was something about the fact that her first instinct was to fire back at him without hesitation.
He turned to the door she had left out of, a psychotic smile painted on his face.
"Oh.....I like her," he mumbled, walking out of the studio with a slight pep in his step.
Shidou was unaware that he had passed Barou in the hall. Barou hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but some part of him was curious. Everyone knew that y/n was in her studio, but, out of fear for the repercussions, no one disturbed her.
Until Barou decided to apologize, he's a big brother, and those instincts of his made him feel bad for diminishing something that y/n loved. When he saw the two talking, he couldn't help it. When y/n stormed out, he had wanted to chase after her and tell her what he needed to.
He decided against it.
Instead, he groaned internally and stormed off to his room. Y/n, on the other hand, wasn't angry as she wandered around the facility. She was.....annoyed, but standing up to Shidou had given her a bit of confidence. Though most of it she pushed down.
After all, ego doesn't belong at the barre.
Since she had given the players the day off, she had allowed them to touch a soccer ball again. She walked past one of the training rooms, and the soft grunts and groans of exertion coming from inside flowed out into the hall. Out of curiosity, she peaked in. Only to be met with a shirtless Rin training hard.
Y/n was never the type to stare, but she couldn't help it in this situation. Her guilty pleasure was back muscles.
And oh boy were his defined.
A small blush spread across her blank face as she leaned on the doorframe and cleared her throat. Rin stopped what he was doing and turned around, a small bead of sweat dripping off his black hair and rolling down his face.
"You need something?" he questioned, walking toward her. She straightened and looked him in the eyes.
"No, I simply heard some noises and got curious is all," she huffed, turning and walking away. Rin stared after her before shrugging his shoulders and going back to training. Y/n sighed as she walked away, yawning softly.
Today had been.....eventful to say the least. She just wanted to go lay down and pass out. Sadly, however, she couldn't since earlier that morning Ego had asked her to meet him in his office. Y/n shivered nervously, remembering the stench from the day before, and silently prayed that Anri had already been in to clean.
As she walked in, she was greeted by a gentle apple cinnamon scent, causing her to sigh in both relief and delight. Ego sat on the floor at a small table, eating a bowl of extremely unhealthy noodles. Y/n deadpanned at her father's choice of food, cringing slightly.
But, she sat anyway. Ego didn't even look up from his meal as he slid a file in front of her. It was titled "U20 Japan vs. Blue Lock Project". Y/n looked down at it confused.
"Read it. Mainly about the U20 players," Ego mumbled through a full mouth. Y/n nodded wordlessly and began to read.
Most of it was unintelligible to her, considering she had never found any kind of delight in soccer. But, something caught her eye.
A name.
One that she WAS familiar with.
Sae Itoshi.
She had heard her father rant about him on occasion. Something about his 'lack of unlocked ability' or something like that. Whatever it was, he was annoyed by it. But she had heard the specific surname Itoshi somewhere else.
Rin.
It all clicked in her brain. They must be brothers. She looked up at Ego, who had finished his food.
"Well?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at his daughter. Y/n threw the file back across the table, smirking menacingly and chuckling lowly.
"Sae? Once I'M done with them, we won't have to worry about him."
A/N: 1119 words.....wow.
ANYWAY. I'm not completely sure who the reader will end up with. Maybe y'all could let me know if you want someone specific, or I could do endings for all of them. Either way, this book is far from over, I just need some kind of ending in mind so I can guide the story to it. I hope y'all have at least enjoyed it so far! 😁
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