𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 (blue lock x male reader)

ch. 7 - everyone wants me. damn.

back in the dorm, the team gathered in a rough circle, all eyes shifting as each person prepared to reveal their "weapon" -- the thing that set them apart from the rest.

raichi went first, practically bursting with pride as he threw his thumb toward himself. "my weapon is my magnificent shooting techniques, and my motto? sexy soccer!"

naruhaya snickered and jumped in next. "mine is slipping behind defenses."

kuon sat off to the side, taking note of everyone's weapons. eyes narrowed in focus as he jotted things down in his worn notebook.

you, meanwhile, listened closely, mentally cataloging each strength, each gap; knowing everyone's so-called weapon could come in handy. every strength could be a hidden advantage.

"uh... mine is, well, being physical, i guess?" gagamaru added, scratching his head.

iemon chimed in casually. "i'm more of an all-rounder."

igaguri, as usual, went for enthusiasm over subtlety. "mine's my 'never give up' attitude!"

"mine's the power in my left-footed shots." kunigami added.

bachira, who looked like he was barely holding onto consciousness, murmured drowsily, "mine's dribbling..." before flopping flat onto his futon with an exhausted smile.

your turn arrived, and you considered holding back. keeping your weapon a secret had a certain appeal -- but in the end, where's the fun in secrecy? "well, mine's adaptability," you said with a shrug.

kuon added his own with a grin. "mine is jumping." he turned to isagi, nudging him. "and you?"

"uh... i wonder what it is..." isagi muttered, scratching the back of his head.

igaguri laughed. "your passing?"

"n-no... i can't say that as a striker," isagi replied quickly, embarrassed.

"the fact that you don't even know means you're doomed. next!" raichi cut in, waving isagi off dismissively.

"w-wait, hold on..." isagi tried to object, but everyone had already moved on.

"well, tell us when you've finally found it," kuon said "last up, chigiri."

"not telling," chigiri said flatly, folding his arms.

"what? that's the whole point of this conversation!"

"i know, but i don't feel like sharing," chigiri replied, voice cool.

raichi shot him a glare. "fine, let's just ignore the 'selfish queen' over there."

"guess we'll have to," kuon sighed, closing his notebook with a faint snap.

"anyway, a striker needs a powerful weapon, and knowing how to use it is everything," kuon said, giving everyone a look.

"but... if everyone just does what they want, won't it end up like the last game?"

kuon's eyes lit up as he flipped his notebook open again, scribbling furiously. "you know, that might actually work... if everyone gets a fair shot, maybe we can pull it off." he looked up, pleased with himself. "with this strategy, we just might win."

"oh? share what you have in mind," you said, intrigued.

"operation: 'next up, it's me' eleven!" kuon announced, grinning at his own idea despite the cringeworthy name. the strategy was simple: everyone would get ten minutes to be the striker, a spotlight on their skills and chance to score.