"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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Aiza's POV:
We stepped onto the field, Team Z waiting for us. I spotted Louis lounging on the sidelines, looking way too relaxed for a game.
I run up to him without thinking twice "Louisss!!" I jumped on him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders, embracing him lightly.
"Ryōta?" he muttered, glancing at me before breaking into a grin.
"Sup, bro! How's life treating ya?" I asked, letting him go but staying in his personal space because, well, I'm his little sister, and that's my job.
"Peaceful—until you showed up" he replied with a sigh.
I gasped, clutching my chest "And here I was, so excited to see you!" I ruffled his hair, ensuring maximum messiness.
He raised an eyebrow. "You excited to see me or you just to be able to beat me?"
I smirked. "So you're admitting I can beat you? Glad we're on the same page."
He groaned like a man being forced to babysit. "Why am I related to you?"
Before I could press him further, an arm flung itself around my shoulder. "Yo," said a guy with two-toned hair and golden eyes, looking way too hyped for someone who wasn't me.
"Yo!" I shot back, giving him my brightest grin. "Who are you, and why do I feel like we're about to cause chaos together?"
"Definitely," he said, nodding solemnly.
"Names Bachira, you two are siblings, right?" he said, looking between me and Louis. "You're like... total opposites. He's all serious, and you're like, this."
"This," I said, gesturing to myself dramatically, "is pure greatness."
"Debatable," Louis muttered.
"Excuse me?!"
"Real opposites" a voice interrupted. I turned to see a guy with long pink hair and matching eyes, who looked like he'd stepped straight out of a haircare commercial. " I was expecting another serious type like him, guess I was wrong."
"Sorry to disappoint you, princess," I said with a sly grin.
"Not really," he shot back.
Before I could think of a witty response, the announcer's voice blared, calling us to the field.
"Ugh, fine, work time," I sighed, throwing a wave at the other team as I jogged to my position. "Don't miss me too much, losers!"
"Alright, time to go show them what we're made of!" I grinned, winking dramatically as I joined my team.
The moment my foot touched the ball at kickoff, the entire field erupted into flames coming from the ball.
Is it weird that I have a thing for something like this and actually think it's kind of beautiful... no?
Fire spread everywhere, and the players around me morphed into shadowy monsters. The world felt like it was burning, a battlefield of heat and chaos.
Oh baby, let the fun begin
I passed the ball to the Wanimas, who darted forward, sticking to their usual fast-paced play. Younger Wanima was yapping as the other had serious-angry expression.
They came to a halt when the long, pink-haired boy whom I talked to a few minutes ago stepped in their path.
He was mesmerizing—beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal, with eyes that seemed to shimmer with some hidden depth...
Oh shoot, no time to get distracted. I shook my head like I was trying to knock some sense back into it.
While the Wanimas got distracted by him, chatting away like they were starstruck, Isagi swooped in and snatched the ball. He passed it to number 7, Kira Ryusuke.
"Not bad," I said with a grin as I intercepted the ball meant for Kira, dancing past their white-haired defender with ease.
Then Bachira closed in, his name meant 'happy bee,' right, how cute! "I loved your name, Bee-chan!" I said, beaming at him.
Meguru's eyes lit up, and his grin stretched wider. "Thanks! You're the first person to call me that."
"Feels like it's been forever since I found someone who can really challenge me in dribbling." He looked at me with a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"Well, you know," I said with a mischievous smirk, "I do have a knack for making things interesting." I shifted my weight and feigned a quick move left before swiftly darting right.
Bachira wasn't fooled. He matched my move almost instantly "Oh, I like this! But not enough" he teased, his grin never faltering.
His feet worked in perfect sync with mine, and I couldn't help but admire his dribbling skills.
I gave him a playful wink, enjoying the challenge, before quickly passing the ball to a nearby teammate.
Then, without missing a beat, I dashed into his blind spot, positioning myself to snatch it back and keep him guessing.
Bachira's head swiveled toward me, but I was already back in motion, ready to outmaneuver him again. "Nice try," he called out, clearly not ready to let me off the hook.
As I sprinted toward the goal, Louis and Yoichi closed in fast. Big bro may be lazy, but he's quick when he wants to be. I faked a pass to my right, watching them bite the bait.
The ball stayed at my feet as I quickly spun away from Isagi, using a 360 to shake off their defense.
With a quick glance at the goal, I lined up the shot and, in one swift motion, slammed it into the back of the net.
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End of chapter 8.5
Next Chapter: The ball is mine, the team is... not so much.
