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Rough days are the only thing you've ever had for as long as you can remember. So when the opportunity to join Blue Lock-and stay away from the dread that invades your house-a...
hey guys i missed u all ♥️ im still debating whether if i should delete this chapter or not so enjoy cus idek... THIS SHIT was so hard to write but it was good practice ig. im sure yall r gonna enjoy it more than me tho thats for sure lol. ALSO i didnt proofread leave me alone . and big shotout to crepe for ̶f̶o̶r̶c̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ helping me finish it and to cuando no era cantante remix peak song lmfao
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You shouldn't have been here at this hour.
The street was too quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears until your own footsteps sounded obscene. Lamps flickered overhead, casting long, broken shadows that stretched and recoiled as you walked, hands shoved deep into your pockets.
Nagi's house was only a few blocks away.
Bachira had asked you if you wanted to stay at his house but you reassured him that you had a place to stay at. And you did. First it was Bachira's stop, bye bye guys, see you soon, then it was Isagi's, goodbye [name], be careful on your way home, and then, finally, it was yours.
You kept your head down, pretending not to notice the way your shoulders stayed tense, how every passing car made your spine stiffen. It was stupid—nothing was going to happen.
That was when a familiar voice slipped in behind you.
"Hey, Etsu, there you were."
You stopped dead.
A literal shiver ran down your spine as you turned your head, dread blooming sharp and immediate in your chest. Slowly. Like you already knew what you'd see.
Of course.
With a pretty perfect grin, Reo watched you from inside his car. The streetlight caught in his hair, painting him in gold, his smile easy—too easy—as if running into you here was the most natural thing in the world.
"...Stop fucking following me," you said flatly.
He blinked once, then laughed. "Wow. Not even a hello?"
"Get lost." You turned back around and resumed walking.
