"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵."
⤷ In which a teenage girl gets thrown into the chaos of "Blue Lock" - a ruthless football program built to create the world's u...
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Aiza(Ryouta)'s POV:
"Reo, I can't feel my legs! They're broken! Useless! I'm done for!" I cried dramatically, collapsing to my knees and clutching at nothing.
Reo turned to me, a small sigh escaping his lips. His voice was lighter now, but I could still sense the sadness lingering behind it. "You're not fooling anyone with that act, Ryouta. Walk, you're fine."
"But I'm not!" I wailed, throwing in an exaggerated gasp. "Kunigami's gone! My strength, my soul—it's all gone with him!".
Reo pinched the bridge of his nose but crouched down anyway. "Fine. Get on. But if you don't shut up, I'm throwing you off."
I blinked in surprise, then grinned. "Really? Aw, Reo, you do care!" Without waiting for a second invitation, I leapt onto his back. "Onward, noble steed!"
Reo's hands adjusted around my legs, lifting me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my cheek brushing against his hair. He was warmer than I expected.
As we walked, Bachira appeared out of nowhere, practically skipping towards us. "Whoa! Ryouta, getting the royal treatment now? Reo, can I get a turn?"
"No," Reo said calmly, though there was a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
"Aw, come on!" Bachira whined, spinning circles around us. "I can make car noises. Vroom vroom!"
"Stop spinning Bachira! You're gonna get me dropped!" I laughed, clinging to Reo's shoulders.
"Not a bad idea," Reo muttered.
Bachira grinned wickedly. "Next time, I'm bringing a tiara for you, Ryouta. You'd make a great drama queen."
I opened my mouth to argue, but Reo cut in. "Agreed."
"WHAT?!"
They both burst into laughter as we finally made it back to our room.
The new room was a definite upgrade—bigger and more comfortable than the last one. The deluxu bed was added, and the space felt less cramped.
I dramatically flopped onto the bed like a royalty I am "Behold! Your newly crowned monarch has arrived!"
"I pledge my services to you, my king!" Bachira gasped dramatically acting along quickly, throwing himself at the foot of the bed.
"I shall guard you from the horrors of unworthy challengers." He declared, making the most over-the-top, fake bow I had ever seen.
Reo blinked at us, his face completely deadpan before suddenly grinning like a maniac "Oh, is that so? Well then, I hereby declare war on your royal highness!" he declared, dramatically pointing the pillow at me like it was a sword.
Chaos erupted. Pillows flew, dramatic declarations echoed, and Bachira somehow managed to make a fort out of blankets. By the time we were done, the room looked like it had been hit by a tornado.
