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ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโŸกยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

๐ˆ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโŸกยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

"Ah- too tight...!" A groan escaped his mouth as he shuddered in slight pain. "Oh? Sorry about that."

"I-its fine..." he shook his head, averting his eyes. "You're awfully red, Isagi. Do you have a fever?" [y] leaned closer to his face, pressing the back of his hand on Isagi's forehead.

As hot breath hit his face, the bluenette's face burned crimson as he leaned away. "I-Im fine...!"

"If you say so. But don't be neglecting your health while participating." [y] pursed his lips and sighed as he continued bandaging Isagi's chest which had a slight bruise on it due to the impact of the ball.

"It's fine, I don't get sick that easily so I'll be good." Isagi chuckled, still blushing at their close proximity. "Mhm. Avoid applying too much pressure here for some days."

Isagi nodded, breathing gently as [y] started finishing the bandaging process. "Say, you seem to have something on your mind. If you don't mind me inquiring, feel free to spill it."

"Ah..." Blue eyes widened in shock, as the owner didn't think it was that obvious. "It's about Kira isn't it?"

"Yeah... I mean... even if it was just like half an hour ago... it still feels... I really don't know how to explain it. I know I had to do it, but I can't help but feel bad..." he sighed, guilt washing over his being.

"Don't feel too bad. Even if it doesn't feel right now, you'll eventually get used to it. This is what blue lock is about." [y] leaned away from his chest that he had finished bandaging and started to put the bandage away.

"He has talent. Once he realises his own ego, he can still improve to play in foreign teams. So don't feel too guilty now." The reassurance from the boy felt a bit nice to Isagi.

"You can put the bodysuit back on now and go back to your room. Feel free to introduce yourselves." The [h/c] haired boy closed the box and looked at Isagi who nodded and grabbed the upper bodysuit piece that was laying on the bed of the infirmary.

"I'm busy right now, so inform the others about the button next to the door. Feel free to press it to call me over when necessary." Isagi nodded, when a beep sounded from [y]'s tablet.

[y] picked up the tablet and checked it, sighing. "Again... I swear to God... go on, I have to go."

"Ah alright... Thank you for the help." Isagi awkwardly chuckled and got up, watching the boy's retreating figure leave.

๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐•
ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโŸกยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

"For the 3rd time, no I cannot give you your phone. You can redeem it by scoring goals in matches." The boy rubbed his temples in frustration as he looked at the boy slumping against the wall and sitting on the floor.

"Reo..." the white haired boy groaned and pouted, his mouth puckering into a 'x'.

"Nagi... listen to him... i'm sorry about him..." a purple haired boy by the name of Mikage Reo apologised for the 10th time.

"It's alright, just don't call me for unnecessary things... I have other teams to manage." [y] shook his head and sighed, turning around and walking out.

The others stared at Reo who started squealing to Nagi as soon as the boy left. "Nagi you shouldn't bother him so much... even though i really don't mind..." he muttered the last part to himself.

"Isn't he the boy from whatever app you use...? You seem to like him a lot, Reo..." Nagi spoke to his best friend in boredom as he watched the boy have a faint blush on his cheek.

"Nagi you don't know him?! It's [y] ego!!! The son of the ego family, the owners of the [NAME] company!!! And he's literally from our school?! Ahh he's so pretty... I wish I could ask him for his number sometime..." Reo gaped at his best friend before closing his eyes and sighing.

"Mm... what a hassle..." Nagi groaned once more before falling asleep as Reo continued to sigh to himself in depression.

๐†๐ฒ๐ฆ

ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโŸกยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ 3 ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ.

โžธ ๐‘๐”๐๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐„๐’๐“

Currently, Isagi and Igarashi were running on the treadmills. Isagi huffed and panted as Igarashi was literally dying. "Isagi! Iga-guri!"

Raichi, who was running alongside them, was laughing. "You two are too weak! Just go home before you cry after losing to me, weaklings!"

๐‘ฑ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘น๐’‚๐’Š๐’„๐’‰๐’Š
12.5 ๐‘ด๐‘ท๐‘ฏ | ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’…๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† : 1:13:49

Isagi glared at Raichi while Igarashi was busy projectile vomiting on the ground. Wait, why is it rainbow?

๐’€๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’‰๐’Š ๐‘ฐ๐’”๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š
12.5 ๐‘ด๐‘ท๐‘ฏ | ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’…๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† : 0:42:13

๐‘ฎ๐’–๐’“๐’Š๐’Ž๐’– ๐‘ฐ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’”๐’‰๐’Š
12.5 ๐‘ด๐‘ท๐‘ฏ | ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’…๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† : 0:37:20

Isagi panted as he sat on the ground. 'They only told us that we'd be doing running tests... and that's what we've been doing.'

Sweat rolled down his face as he heaved for oxygen, a brown haired boy with closed eyes offering him water while patting Igarashi which the blunette took immediately.

'[y] came in to check on us a few times. Mostly just to give us instructions and check up on me, Kunigami and Igarashi.'

'Tho the way he was fussing over me- us without even showing it reminds me of my mom...'

"Don't worry too much about what he says. Let's do what we can." The boy, Wataru Kuon, reassured Isagi who gulped down the water.

'There are some bad guys in our group. There are nice guys too, but it's hard keeping up with them.'

โžธ๐‰๐”๐Œ๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐„๐’๐“

The two boys squatted, before jumping upwards.

๐‘พ๐’‚๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’– ๐‘ฒ๐’–๐’๐’

26.8 ๐’Š๐’

๐‘ฐ๐’”๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š ๐’€๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’‰๐’Š

24 ๐’Š๐’

'Oh wow! That's so high... this guy's strength is crazy too!' Isagi stared at him with slight disbelief. [ A.N. : I'm dumb but Isagi it's just a 2 inch difference why are you so amazed ๐Ÿ˜ญ I might be wrong so feel free to correct me. ]

"Are you not feeling well today Isagi?" Kuon looked at him with his eyes still closed as he landed on the ground. [ A.N. : How the fuck does this guy see. I get in fantasy cus magik but how tf here? ]

"I guess haha..." Isagi sweatdropped as he replied awkwardly. 'That was my best... talk about a confidence killer...'

โžธ๐Œ๐„๐€๐‹ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„

At meal time, Isagi scanned his ranking and received his side dish which was natto. The rankings determined their food.

Meanwhile Igarashi always got pickled radish. [ A.N. : Good riddance. I don't like this monk. ]

A few tables away, a boy started eating gyoza with his hands, weirding out the duo. Another boy, Asahi Naruhaya stole a gyoza out of the boy called Gin Gagamaru's hands and ran off, eating it in the process.

๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐™
ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโŸกยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

โžธ๐’๐‹๐„๐„๐ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„

Everyone was sleeping, Isagi was wide awake as Igarashi was sprawled out on the ground near the bluenette's futon in his underwear. [ A.N. : Why. Just why. ]

"..." Flashbacks of the whole day rushed through his mind.

In a flash, Isagi woke and side-eyed Igarashi before sweatdropping with wide eyes. "I'm too anxious to sleep... I don't have time to rest...!"

Carefully, he stepped in between the futons of the others and stepped outside the Team Z room. 'I don't think I can beat anyone here... at this rate I'll definitely drop out...'

'They're all stronger than me and I'm eating nothing but natto...!!'

'Plus...' images of Isagi's kick and Kira's falling figure replayed in his mind. 'I don't even know why I kicked the ball at Kira...'

Placing his foot behind him, he took into a running stance before moving forward, hair swaying in the air. 'i just can't sit still... I don't know what kind of battles are waiting here...!' "prac... practice..."

*BOMP* A ball hit him in the back of the head. "Oof!"

"Isagiโ™ช Solo training?" A voice called out, making the bluenette turn back and see Bachira sitting on the floor.

"Wanna train with me, One on one?" Bachira suggested, smiling. "Sure...!"

"What are you two doing so late?" Another voice called out, footsteps walking towards them.

"Ah! Pretty boy โ™ช" Bachira giggled, earning another eyebrow raise from [y] while Isagi sighed. Before he could explain himself, [y] cut him to it.

"You can do solo training or training, but try not to exhaust yourself too much, you still have matches." [y] tilted his head as he looked at them.

"Meanwhile, allow me to observe your training, if you don't mind." [y] pursed his lips and placed a hand on his hip while holding his tablet.

"Sure..."/"No problem~โ™ช"

ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยทโœฆยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

โ€ข Ngl I definitely got reo ooc I'm sorry about that. โœ‹๐Ÿ˜ญ

โ€ข My therapist I_talk_in_my_sleep takes all responsibility for the first part of this chapter.

โ€ข This is just mostly filler tbh. ๐Ÿ˜ญ


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