CONTRACT (Azul x Reader) [Twisted Wonderland]

Chapter Six

Leona's eyes were focused in on the disk. He wasn't going to let what just happened slide. Azul, though still visibly ill at ease on the broom, kept his composure under your guidance. You made his stance appear more deliberate now. They should believe he really had some secret newfound talent.

As the disk floated center field, Leona shot forward with impressive speed, his broom cutting through the air. Leona wasn't just a powerful mage, he was fast, and more of an all-rounder than you'd first presumed. He whizzed past, and this time he aimed to be aggressive, sending out a powerful pulse of magic toward the disk to hurl it toward Azul's goal.

But just as before, the moment the disk entered your domain, it faltered midair, shifting course abruptly. You sent it spiraling back toward Leona's side, brisk and sharp. Azul's broom moved smoothly as he 'chased' the disk, his body aligned with the maneuvers you wanted it to perform. Leona tried to block the disk again, only for it to streak past him in an arc, dipping down and then up, shooting through his larger goal ring. Only a single point.

Leona gritted his teeth in frustration. The audience of other players, previously dismissive, began murmuring among themselves. Azul appeared to be a silent force of nature, composed in his victory, though you knew it was mostly because he was trying not to show his discomfort.

You gave Azul a slight nod, subtly encouraging him to appear cockier. Azul straightened up a bit, trying his best to maintain the role you'd assigned him. He took a deep breath and his grip on the broom seemed to tighten, his knuckles turning white. Something felt nice about being the one calling the shots. You almost felt tempted to drag the game on longer, just so it didn't have to end, but you didn't want to watch Azul actually suffer. Plus, if he threw up mid match, it might seem suspicious that he still played so well.

For the next shot, Leona was on high alert. He was determined not to let the disk slip by again. He focused, his magic flickering in the air around him as he sent a powerful wave toward it, trying to assert control. But no matter how hard he pushed, the disk remained firmly under your own power. You jerked Azul's broom forward, making him appear aggressive, and with a flick of invisible magic, the disk darted sharply to the right, then looped in a wide arc, bypassing Leona's defenses entirely. It felt like watching a cat chase a laser.

Three points-another goal. Azul had won round two.

Leona landed on the ground with a heavy thud, glaring up at Azul as he floated down slowly. You could see the tension in his face-he was humiliated. He couldn't figure out how Azul, of all people, had outmatched him so completely. And Azul wasn't even out of breath, while Leona was starting to sweat.

"Lucky shot," Leona muttered, but it was clear he didn't believe his own words. He stood up and dusted off his uniform, looking frustrated, yet still determined to salvage the final round.

Azul, trying to keep the act up, grinned and shrugged, as if to say, 'Maybe'. He looked queasier than ever.

You sat on the sidelines, keeping your eyes trained on Leona. You were smiling. Azul shifted agitatedly on his broom, but you kept him steady, ready for the final round.

You wondered if Leona still had yet to realized he had no chance. He remained confident, somehow. Just annoyed, as if Azul was a minor inconvenience. It must have been a front.

The players returned to their positions for round three, Leona more focused than ever. He was determined to redeem himself, and would most likely pull out every trick in his arsenal.

There was a shift in the air. Leona, visibly frustrated yet resolute, was done underestimating Azul. He had been caught off guard in the previous rounds, but now his body tensed like a coiled spring, ready to reclaim his pride.