⤷ʙʟʟᴋ x ᴛᴏᴘʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
❝𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.❞
there are details of physical appearances even if u cant see them ok💀
momo^^ (ai generated btw) bolded words mean spoken english translations in comments
❝𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬❞
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You woke up to the warm weight of Momo sprawled across your legs. His massive form nearly pushed you off the cot, his wet nose nudging insistently at your hand. You groaned, trying to swat him away, but he huffed, grabbed the hem of your blanket in his teeth, and tugged.
"Momo," you muttered, half-asleep. "What's the rush?"
He didn't answer, of course, but when he started nudging you off the bed with surprising force, you got the message. Standing, you stretched out the stiffness in your sore limbs before letting Momo guide you. He led you confidently through the halls, his nails clicking against the tiled floor as you followed his bulk.
Finally, Momo stopped, nudging open a door that led to a room with a field. You stepped in cautiously, feeling the vibrations of multiple footsteps reverberating through the ground.
"Y/N?" Rin's voice cut through the air, sharp with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"What's going on?" you asked, tilting your head. "Who else is here?"
The unfamiliar voices confirmed the answer.
"Ah, the Japanese players," a deep, mocking voice said. You could feel his tone more than his words—a condescension that dripped off every syllable. "Scrawnier than I thought."
"Pay up, Silva," another voice chimed in with a laugh. "Told you they'd be tiny."
"What the hell are they saying?" Bachira asked, irritation creeping into his voice.
Aryu leaned toward you. "Do you understand them?"
"Yeah," you replied. "They're laughing at us."
The room went silent for a moment before Bachira hissed, "They're what?"
Aryu nodded. "I only got bits and pieces—something about being small. I picked it up from my playlists. Western music, you know?"
You sighed. "I took advanced classes because my parents wanted me to. They're basically calling us weak."
Before anyone could respond, you stepped forward, addressing the two voices. "Do you think this is some part-time gig?" Your English came out sharp and clear, the tone unwavering.
Silva laughed again, unbothered. "Yeah. Why else would I be in Japan? I'd never waste my time here otherwise."
Your jaw clenched, but before you could reply, Rin stepped up beside you. "You're about to regret treating this like a sightseeing trip," he said coldly. "We'll make sure you never forget it."
