"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵."
⤷ Tensions run high and bonds form in the most unexpected ways, as 300 players fight for their dreams. But when a wildcard ente...
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Louis's POV:
Stretching my arms and letting my eyes drift over the scene, I can't help but grin. Team Red's chaos is my favorite kind of mess. Barou's practically breathing fire, ready to burn the whole field down, and Kira looks like he's about to explode from trying to hold his team together.
And then there's me, grinning like a maniac.
I catch Isagi's eye, the one guy who doesn't seem to get flustered by any of this, and I can tell he's bracing himself for whatever happens next.
I flash him my trademark grin, the one that says, 'We're about to make this whole situation wild, and I wouldn't want anyone else to be my partner in crime that's not you'
He raises an eyebrow and flashes back a look that says, "Oh boy, here we go again." then smiled back. After making sure our team was fine, I walked over to meet him.
"Yo, King," I call out, flashing Barou a grin full of mischief. "Hope you're not thinking you're walking away with a win here."
Barou's already looking like he wants to commit murder—just your average Tuesday, really. Perfect. Just the kind of guy I love to mess with. Don't blame me, I've spent way too much time with Aiza to not pick up a few of her 'skills.'
"I don't need to think," he mutters, moving closer like he's trying to take up the entire space between us. "I know I'm gonna win."
Oh, this one is rich.
He takes a step closer, and I can practically feel the heat coming off of him. "And I sure as hell don't need a rookie like you getting in my way."
I let out a laugh, shaking my head"Rookie? Oh, I love that. You've got the ego to match the title, huh?"
"Because honestly, you can't even carry your own team. Look at Kira—he looks like he'd rather pass to me than to you. Just saying." I tease, tilting my head.
Barou's jaw clenches, and his voice drips with venom as he spits out, "Shut up. I don't need anyone else. I'll win this game on my own."
"Yeah, sure," I mutter, waving my hand dismissively as I walk away, back to my position "Keep telling yourself that. Just don't forget to remind yourself of it when you're staring at the humiliating score—me and Isagi's victory, of course."
"You really are nuts, Louis," Isagi says from behind me, and I flash him a grin. "So ready to crush them, Yoichi?" I ask, not sure why I just called him by his first name, but it feels right in the moment.
"Always," he replies, cracking his knuckles. With that, we're off.
Isagi sends the ball my way, and I charge forward, now one-on-one with Barou. Oh, I've been waiting for this. This is it. I've gotta destroy him.
"You call that a dribble?" Barou sneers, rushing toward me to steal the ball. "Your timing and range is garbage." He snatches it right off my feet. Bad start. Ugh.
