everyone returned to their spots, though a few players from your own team glared at you after that last goal. but it couldn't be helped, right? they left an opening, and you just took advantage of it.
the whistle blew again, and team x's forward -- a guy with spiky black hair, took control of the ball and bolted down the field. his teammates flanked him, attempting a strategy like the one kunigami pulled on raichi earlier.
but it didn't work -- the forward bulldozed through, his raw power and speed outmatching everyone in his path.
he tore across the field, dodging and weaving, evading each desperate attempt to take the ball.
with a quick heel flick, he slipped past isagi, leaving him stumbling.
"s-sorry, kuon! i messed up!" isagi called out, shock clear on his face.
the forward continued his charge, nutmegging kuon and another player in a single fluid movement.
he was unstoppable, cutting through your defenses until he reached you.
"i'm not letting you score." you said, stepping forward to block him.
he shot you a frustrated glare. "don't get in my way, or i'll crush you, pretty boy." without a second thought, he pivoted and launched the ball in a fierce shot aimed at the left corner of the net, bypassing the chance for a 1v1 with you.
the ball rocketed past the keeper, slamming into the net before anyone could react.
team x scored.
the score was now tied.
the forward, now facing your team, raised his voice. "listen up and remember my words. the ball isn't my friend or any of that crap. it's just a servant -- a mere tool that exists so i can shine." he looked at each player on team z, his stare fierce. "on this field, i am the king."
team x broke into cheers, rallying around barou's explosive goal, while igaguri turned to you and iemon with a scowl.
"you -- (y/n)! you're supposed to stop him from scoring! and iemon! aren't you the keeper? do your job!" he snapped.
you rolled your eyes, barely containing your irritation. "shut up. you didn't do anything, you roach."
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igaguri bristled, eyebrows furrowed. "you just got lucky with that last goal! i'll do better than you! i swear!"
before the argument could go any further, kuon clapped his hands, stepping between you all. "it's just one goal. let's all chill out!"
isagi joined in, moving closer with a calmer tone. "he's right. if we stick to our spots and pass it ar--"
"huh? if we do that, you're just gonna be the one to score, isagi!" raichi interrupted, his voice tight with frustration. "losers play defense. just pass me the ball!"
