𝙎𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙨. | ˢᵗᵃʸ ˢᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ, ˡᵉˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵉᶠᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ.
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  • Reads 8,735
  • Votes 453
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 16m
Ongoing, First published Jul 30
4 new parts
"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩?"
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Best of his team. Best in the prefecture. He didn't undergo any tests. He didn't use illegal drugs. He was just...different. He had an ego bigger than the size of Russia. He knew he was special. He knew it very well.

His ego destroyed him.
It destroyed his team.

They abandoned him.
No one was there to pass to him.

He only started to care when he got benched. Was he truly destroying the foundation of which his team had been built on?

No. No. He was following the true meaning of soccer.

Will the very thing that destroyed him bring him back to the top,
or will our precious Tyrannical King fall to the very bottom, succumbing to loss?

Will he shine,
or will he be covered in a matte coat,
forced to abandon his dream,
and forced to leave Blue Lock with the inability to bring such trash and turn it into treasure?
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PLEASE,
know that when I write about abuse of any sort, know that I am a victim of the mentioned subject and it will never be romanticized.
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Written and edited by kh_onsu.
Started: 7/30/24
Finished:
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Blue Lock is not mine.
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Male Reader.
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Updates sporadic.
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ACHIEVEMENTS:
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP