𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

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[3RD PERSON POV]

Y/N's alarm went off at 5:00 AM, but she barely registered it. The remnants of her nightmare still clung to her mind like shadows, her body aching from the frustration she had felt when leaving her parents' house. The emotional exhaustion weighed her down, pulling her back into the depths of the covers as she curled up into a ball. But she couldn't stay there forever.

With a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself out of bed. The sunlight through the curtains, warm and inviting, but it felt distant—like a world she no longer belonged to. She was in Aiko and Ren's guest room and Aiko had given her some clothes to wear for the night, and so changing back into her clothes from yesterday she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the fatigue in her eyes was obvious. Dark circles, tousled hair, and a general sense of being drained hung over her like a heavy fog. She didn't have the energy to pretend things were fine anymore.. Aiko and ren were still asleep so she wrote a note a sticky-note saying: 'Thx guys your both for letting me stay the night your both the best -love Y/N' and sticked it on the fridge and left the house.

As Y/N walked through the streets, her heart felt heavy with the weight of her parents' expectations. But there was another weight on her chest that gnawed at her even more—the lingering shadow of Sae's negativity.

Sae's words had been haunting, the way he dismissed her dreams, telling her over and over that soccer wasn't a career. She could still hear his voice, cold and dismissive: "You're not cut out for it. Soccer won't get you anywhere." The tone had been so final, so suffocating. It crushed her spirit each time she thought about it.

But today, something in her had snapped.

She didn't care anymore. She didn't care that Sae thought she wasn't worthy of the field. She didn't care that he, the person who once held a place of importance in her life, was now reduced to nothing more than a reminder of the past. She wasn't going to let his bitterness dictate her future.

Sae was just one person. He had made his choices, and she had made hers. His doubts no longer had the power to reach her. Soccer was her passion, her escape, her freedom. It wasn't just something she did—it was who she was.

Her parents, too, had their own ideas of who she should be. They wanted her to follow a traditional path, to become a doctor or an engineer. But that wasn't her. That wasn't the life she wanted. Every time they reminded her of their plans, it felt like a slap to the face. They weren't listening to her—they were just imposing their own desires on her, expecting her to conform without question.

But she was done with that.

Y/N had tried for so long to please them, to fit into the mold they wanted for her. She had tried to be the dutiful daughter, to chase after their version of success. But at what cost? Her dreams? Her happiness? No. She wouldn't sacrifice herself for a life she didn't want.

She had nothing to prove to Sae, to her parents, or to anyone else. The world was filled with people who would try to tear her down, to tell her she couldn't achieve her goals. But Y/N wasn't going to let their words define her anymore. Not Sae's hurtful comments, not her parents' expectations, and definitely not anyone who doubted her.

With each step she took towards her parent's house, she felt a sense of oppression wash over her. The moment she stepped back onto the soccer field would be the moment she reclaimed her own future. The moment she made her own choices, no matter who disagreed.

She had been forced to live in the shadow of others for too long. But now, she was ready to break free and embrace the field she had always loved. Nothing, not even Sae's bitter words, could take that away from her.