~ His eyes looked like... nothing. A deep yet dark, soulless, empty iris. Black as coal. As if the word 'happiness' had been long forgotten, never even known to the man - Isagi Yoichi's teammate - that most knew as L/n B/n. It frightened him, and the others around him presumably. This was not the B/n they all had met at least once, some more than others. ~
Y/n L/n, a young woman about 17, was no doubt, a soccer goddess. Widely known across Japan and even some parts of Europe, she was a star. Until one day her mother got so maliciously and cruelly sick that she had to quit soccer to take care of her, for her father had passed away when she was 11, serving his country.
She just, dropped out. Now, she wasn't forgotten that's for sure, she couldn't be. Her skills were just so impressive that she made history for women's soccer.
But, after a year of taking care of her mother and not playing serious soccer, she gets invited to Blue Lock. Now, Jinpachi Ego knew she was a girl, but he also knew of her skills. So he sent her an email regarding his plans: For her to pretend to be a man to see who is the strongest in Blue Lock. Because maybe, if Blue Lock had a powerful foe dominating teams, players would toughen their asses up and play soccer, because in the end, that's all that matters.
"Bachira may be a monster, Barou may be a king, but I'm a fucking god. I reign supreme over the field."
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Language, Fluff (MAYBE smut), drinking and violence / slightly disturbing topics.