Mission: Get a Good Ending! blue lock fanfic

010.

『Team Z's Room』

"No fucking way..." Raichi has a look of disbelief on his face as he looks at my current state.

"HOW THE FUCK?!"

༺Flashback༻

『Monitoring Room』

While everyone's discussing about Team W, a sudden bomb of a statement came out of someone's mouth.

"I'm not gonna play tomorrow." I said, making the entire room silent for a moment.

"Haha! Nice joke, L/N!" Naruhaya laughed.

"Oh, it was a joke?" Iemon let out a sigh of relief.

"Got me for a second there!" Kunigami grinned and smacked my shoulder.

"......" I gave them a blank smile.

The laughter eventually died down.

"No way..." Naruhaya gasped. "What are we suppose to do without you, L/N!!" He grabbed my hand while looking at me with puppy eyes.

"No, wait... This is all too sudden..." Kuon took a seat. "Why?" He looked at me with his usually closed eyes opened now.

"I just feel I'd fall sick tomorrow!"

Raichi was frozen for a minute before he spoke. "Then I'll take the forward position." He said blankly.

"Don't even think about it!" Naruhaya snapped his head at Raichi. "If anyone, it should be me!"

This is giving me deja vu...

༺End Of Flashback༻

Now, sitting on bed is me who's sick. Actually sick.

"You're just pretending, GET UP!" Raichi drags me up by my wrist.

"A-choo...!" I sneeze onto him.

"SHIT! EW!" Raichi pulls his hand back.

"Raichi, stop being overly dramatic. She's sick." Kunigami steps up, while holding a bottle of water.

"O-Of course I knew that!" Raichi averted his gaze while crossing his arms.

No he didn't.

"Here, drink up." Kunigami gave me the bottle.

"L/N! We brought you your breakfast!" Bachira and Kuon enters, holding my usual food served in Blue Lock.

"Do you feel any better?" Kuon asks with a clear tone of worry in his voice.

"No." I answer bluntly which makes Kuon sweat drop.

"I. Feel. Like. Shit." I said seriously.

"Though I'll probably be fine by tomorrow!" I smile brightly.

"......" The room turned quiet.

They are concerned for their one teammate physically and also mentally.

'Today...' I stare at the ceiling.

The day of Team Z vs Team W, the player will inevitably fall sick so that they couldn't do much during this game. The sickness gets worse if the more the player fights it.

Last round, the sickness got so bad that I had to log out in the middle of the match. It was not a pleasant experience in the least.

'So this round, I plan to slack off the moment I get sick.' I lie on the bed.

...is what I decided on, but will I really get to slack off?

『Field』

Team Z vs Team W