𝓔𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬: relating to or denoting mental images having unusual vividness and detail, as if actually visible
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IN WHICH the popular prompt "girl pretending to be a boy" happens, but with a 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉
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IN WHICH many fall for a "pure a...
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☆彡★彡☆彡★彡 11 years later...
"mom, there's this new soccer project coming out soon! it's called blue lock. do you think i could look into it?" over the years, you had become a much more mature, confident, and strong young woman. your e/c eyes shone with curiosity to try new things - and test them out.
of course, you were much better at soccer. as the female soccer team's captain at high school, and a famous young soccer star, you got all the attention and challenge you could have, but you wanted more.
"sweetie, i already looked into that for you, but it seems it's only for male soccer players. i don't think you could join." said m/n, looking at you to watch how you would repond.
"but i could always do those things that females do in fanfictions, right? maybe i could pretend to be a boy, then i could actually-"
"y/n, didn't i tell you to stop going on wattpad? besides, you know that would never work, but," she sighs after cutting you off, "i guess you can email the boss of this operation, and try. don't get your hopes up, though. i know it probably won't work." m/n says tiredly.
"yes! thank you, mom! i'm gonna go email them right now!" you hugged your mom tight and ran to your room.
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hi mr ego,
my name is l/n y/n and i would like to join your blue lock project. of course, i am female, but i think i could pretend to be a male. i would really love to win your blue lock challenge, so i would do whatever it takes (as long as it doesn't hurt anyone close to me) to join and win your soccer project.
thank you so much for your time, l/n y/n
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in a soccer facility not too far away, a man with a bowl cut hairstyle stood with a pretty woman with short, pink hair.
"anri? i got a new email. can you check it for me?" the man, also known as ego jinpachi or the founder of the blue lock project, leaned back in his chair as he slurped some mayo-covered yakisoba.
anri, the pink haired woman nodded as she looked thorugh it quickly. she widened her eyes as she read the email. "ego, this is l/n y/n, the legendary female soccer star emailing us! she wants to join the blue lock project. it says," she squinted at the bright screen as she summarized the email for ego. "she would like to pretend to be a male soccer player to participate in the program." anri looked at him. "would it work? i dont' know if she could pull it off, with her popular playstyle and all.."
"nah. tell her to lock off."ego said lazily, starting his forth bowl of yakisoba. "we don't need a female on the male team."
"but, that's so mean!" gasped anri.
"whatever. she must have sent this knowing it would fail anyways."
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that afternoon, you received an email back from the blue lock project. when you finished reading even the first two words, you grit your teeth angrily.
miss l/n y/n,
LOCK OFF. we do not allow females in our program, and even if you won the competition, being on the MALE japanese team wouldn't be of any use to you anyways.
sincerely, ego jinpachi
you hit your fist on the table in frustration. "come on! i can just pretend to be a male, can't I? why won't they understand that i want something more? more than.. this!"
in frustration, you decided to go outside to play some soccer. putting on your shoes, you stomped out the door. after grabbing a soccer ball from the garage, you walked over to the park to see whether it was open - it was.
dribbling a soccer ball and shooting it at under the highway columns had always been your way to relax and calm down. as you started shooting it at the wall/columns harshly, you didn't notice someone also playing at the column behind you, because the space between the two walls were pretty big. your strong shot hit that person at the back of their head, effectively knocking them down.
"shit, i didn't notice you! you good?" you asked while running over to collect your ball and check whether the other person was alright.
the other person turned his head towards you, his piercing golden-yellow eyes surprising you with their loneliness. "yeah, thanks!" he took a look at the type of ball that had hit him. "wow, a soccer ball! you play soccer? can you play with me?" he didn't even stop to let you respond to the questions, he continued with more. "man, that was one powerful rebound, that must mean your shot was even more powerful! what position do you play? i play striker. what's your favourite part of soccer?"
"um.." you paused. "i play soccer, i can play with you, thank you, i play as a striker and sometimes a midfielder, and my favourite part of soccer is scoring goals, but also passing to my teammates." you say without pausing to take a breath, panting heavily afterwards.
he looked at you, his eyes wide. "you must have an amazing memory if you remembered all my questions! i'm also a striker! my name's bachira meguru. what's yours?"
"oh, i'm l/n y/n. nice to meet you bachira. thank you for the compliments about my memory, i do in fact have photographic memory, and it's very cool that we're both strikers." you say again, still panting although not as hard.
"woah, you're the famous l/n y/n, the silent striker? let's play, y/n!" bachira's eyes looked less lonely and more excited, and you wondered whether you were the one who had made him that excited.
he started trying to dribble past you, but you noticed the specific technique he was using, and countered it quickly. instead of dribbling the ball past him, you shot it directly above his head, and the soccer ball hit the column with a loud banging sound, flying right back at bachira's head. intent on not making the same mistake again (letting the ball hit his head), you jumped up quickly and caught it between your feet.
"cool! my monster says to play with you carefully but have fun, so let's play more together!" says bachira excitedly.
the two of you played for another few hours together before exchanging numbers and leaving to go home.
bachira bumblebee
hi y/n!
hi bachira
are you home yet?
not yet, no
i still have to cross the street first
get home safely, y/n!
you too, bachira.
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lifegiver (mom)
are you coming back yet, sweetie?
mhm, omw
keep your eyes on the road and not your phone, l/n y/n!
ik
we're having someone over for dinner tonight, come home quickly!
got it, im here
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you pushed open the door again to see the son of your mom's friend, kunigami rensuke.
