𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 (blue lock x male reader)

ch. 4 - the gang

kira remained on the ground, eyes locked onto isagi, confusion and disbelief etched across his face. blood and sweat dripped from his nose onto the cold, hard floor. "isagi-kun..?" he muttered, voice cracking. "what are you doing?.. w-what is this..?" desperation tainted his tone, each word trembling. "what just happened?"

isagi, snapping out of his daze, shook his head. "sorry.. it's just that.. the ball came out of nowhere and.." he struggled to find the right words, voice frantic as he attempted to explain.

kira's frustration flared, and he snarled. "huh? don't give me that--" but before he could finish, the screen switched to ego jinpachi, who seemed to be clapping in amusement.

"diamonds in the rough, only results matter here," ego began, his clapping fading. his tone was cold, and he leaned closer to the screen. "kira ryosuke, you are disqualified." he stated with no remorse, treating kira as if he were no more significant than a fly.

kira's eyes widened, shock washing over him before his expression twisted into frustration, then full-blown anger. "don't give me that crap," he snapped, getting to his feet, glaring at the screen. "how is it possible for my future career to lie in tatters all because of some stupid game?!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

"pathetic" you muttered aloud, catching kira off guard.

"me? pathetic?" kira seethed, his eyes burning with rage. "i'm japanese soccer's crowned jewel!" he jabbed a finger at himself, his voice rising. "you're telling me that you--!" he pointed at you, then shifted his gaze to isagi and igaguri. "you're telling me that you, igaguri, and isagi-kun are more talented than me?! huh?!"

"why does this silly game of tag even matter?!" he barked, turning his attention back to ego, his gestures becoming more exaggerated as his frustration boiled over. "what does it have to do with soccer?!"

ego sighed, his expression unchanged. "in blue lock, everything has something to do with soccer. look around you, mr. mediocre elite." 

kira gasped, his eyes widening as ego's words sliced through the room. 

everyone listened intently, hanging onto his words.

"the room you're in... it's the same size as the penalty area. roughly 75% of all goals are born within these confines. if you can't perform in this space, you have no talent as a striker."

kira, clearly dissatisfied, shot back. "s-so.. so what? tag is nothing like soccer!"

"if you're the one running, you need a keen sense of spatial awareness, tactics, and positioning. if you're the one chasing, your dribbling and aim must be precise, and your kicks must be accurate," ego explained, his tone cold and unrelenting. "that makes it an excellent soccer drill, wimp."

kira's desperation grew. "even so, how can you know everything about me in two minutes? that's such a short time! a soccer match is 90 minutes!"

ego didn't miss a beat. "on average, the total amount of time any player spends on the ball in a 90-minute game is about 136 seconds." he paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "you simply wasted the chance that was afforded to all of you equally."

kira's face contorted as he tried to find the words, his voice shaking. "b-but.. nothing could be done in those last ten seconds--"

ego's eyes narrowed, cutting through kira's excuses. "would you say the same if this was a real match? when the ball hit you, there was still one second left on the clock. you had a chance-- you could've blasted it toward igaguri, but you didn't."