ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℝ➼ 𝙗𝙡𝙡𝙠 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ɪɴ ᴜɴɪꜰᴏʀᴍ.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ After briefly meeting the only woman you'll probably ever see for however long Blue Lock lasts, you lost your phone, and most of your belongings, which admittedly, made your stomach churn, but you didn't have time to care.

You held your usual blank expression as usual, walking down the hall with the clear packaged black suit with blue stripes as a design. The walls were designed to look like some storage house, it was an undecorated hospital hallway at best, and a barren mental asylum at worst. What a mood.

You checked your little outfit again, and read your little number that was folded for you to see easily.

V / 248

Out of three hundred? A ghost of a smile visits your face as you progress through the corridors, pausing at a bathroom, you slip inside.

You pulled the ends of your binder, your previously worn clothes were hung on the bathroom stall walls, you smoothened the material hugging your chest, you ran your fingers under the straps, and with a sigh, you pulled the suit up from your waist to be worn around your shoulders.

You put away your clothes and walk out of the stall and in front of the mirror, checking for any signs of abnormality, smoothing your torso, every time you adjust the ends, it would slap you lightly, but as long as this binder doesn't reveal anything, including itself. That's all that counts.

You ran your hands through your hair, but it just characteristically held on its own, twirling or laying normally as it does. It wasn't like Kazuki's exactly, but there's no chance anyone actually knew Kazuki.

You walked to the exit of the bathroom, the automatic door slid open before you got there, and in walks a man with circular glasses, a polite look on his face, his brown hair was swept over and had that healthy shine to it.

Your expression doesn't change as you pick up your pace to pass him, maybe it was the fact that you two were alone that gave you that sudden subtle squeeze of paranoia, that maybe at a second look, he would know who you are.

Or rather, who you weren't.

You could feel the suit squeezing around you, making it your second, uncomfortable skin. You barely let out a sigh as you walked back into the assigned room, your bag slung around your shoulder as you headed to the room.

When you arrived, there were the boys, scattered across and around the room as the door slid to a close behind you, stuffing your bag into an unused locker, you sat next to the lockers, on the side closer to the big screen that was facing the entrance door, you looked around boredly.