"𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌,
𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾."

𝗔 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

(TW: slight offensive jokes, mentions of self-harm and maybe suicide?)

"Ya' ladies alright ♡︎~?"

"...." Is this moron fucking visually impaired?

No, attempting to understand the incoherent drivel spouted by that dumbass wasn't even what was crucial at the moment. It was the fact that this voice was extremely familiar, inciting Maribel's heart to lurch in a way it shouldn't have. Refusing to let him see her involuntary tears, her gaze remained permanently fixed to the ground. The fear of being the subject of his never-ceasing teasing rising. "Why the fuck are you here?!" brows furrowing, she spat with as much repulse one could muster.

"Hmm... well I was here to save you, menhera-chan..." he trailed off, the epithet flowing out naturally as if used regularly. "You cryin?"

Before Maribel could even get the chance to deny his incorrect remark, her blurry vision of the taller man's chest had been abruptly replaced by his head. The face framing strands of his spiky blond hair with faded pink tips bouncing and falling by the sides of his face as opposed to the rest that sat upright, disorderly defying gravity. Slitted pupils narrowed against his pink hued irises with scrutiny. "Ah shit-" gasping in disbelief, he staggered back in unsettlement, a hand over his gaping mouth, "you are!"

"I'm not!" Maribel reeled back at the sudden exposure of vulnerability, an action she'd come to regret as the stinging in her head increased incisively.

"...." Her words of refute was met with dubious silence. If she wasn't tearing up, was he supposed to believe her eyes were sweating..?

"Why are you even here..?"

"To save yo—"

"Be serious for once."

"-aha! Well, master said I've been a naughty boy and that I need to learn some discipline, so I'm being punished~!"

"...." The injured girl's face scrunched in disgust at his vulgar verbiage, it was honestly fascinating how creative he could be with his choice of words. "You got suspended again?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" He cheered boyishly, the grin on his face enlarging as he made finger guns. "I'll be leaving by the end of this week. Don't miss me too much, okay?!"

The hooded girl could only sigh in defeat at his antics, he's saying that as if I'm the one that sends a detailed analysis of how their shitting experience was at unruly times of day (correction: they both do). "Wasn't gonna, Shidou."

"Ryusei." He corrected instinctively.

"Eugh, Ryusei. Same damn thing."

And she wasn't lying. Maribel was not going to miss Ryusei. Not when there was no difference in time zone between France and Germany which allowed for the thick-lashed teen to spam the girl with illogical memes picked out with his 'upmost effort'. And whilst Maribel constantly voiced out how bothersome it was, it seemed the weird guy didn't find texting enough. Hence his surprising, or not so surprising, frequent visits. These frequent 'visits' being the sugarcoated way of referring to his numerous suspensions and transferrals caused by his brash, abrasive and violent behaviour. Usually, exclusions would've been the non-negotiable for this extent of violence. Well, usually.

However, Shidou was a different case.

Shidou was a golden goose in a world of common pigeons. A one in a million rarity found amongst the ordinary. Failing to invest in such talent would end up in their loss.

But Shidou was also uncomfortable and imperfect. He's vulgar, gross, blatantly cruel, and incapable of compromise. Shidou's hyper-excitable, constantly ready to brawl and even looking forward to it. The tawny teen switches between moods like a kaleidoscope, and what falls in and out that kaleidoscope is unpredictable.

So those with authority within the football community underestimated Julian Loki's influence, the master of PXG who was younger than Shidou himself. If anything, he'd more likely be bossed around by the devious guy, as assumed by the UEFA (Union of European Football Associations) and blue lock. So in an attempt to tame this untameable beast, they decided to transfer him temporarily to other academies that were in partnership with blue lock. (the other top 5 leagues in Europe, think of it like the Russell Group universities or like a school trust)

Albeit their endeavours were for naught. Just as there are no rules in Ryusei's football, there are no rules in Ryusei's life. He payed no mind to their blatant gaslighting, nor did he give two shits about their 'exclusive mercy'. Shidou did as he pleased, he probably even caused chaos in his sleep. So their softer approach on disciplinary action didn't go exactly as planned.

Shidou enjoyed the experience of travelling in first class flights. The take offs and landings put him in a constant state of frenzy, he awaited with anticipation for even the slightest hint of threat to crush. All he desires, to the point of obsession, is to induce vivid emotions, explosions, adrenaline - something he is addicted to, living in constant danger and something that allows him to feel alive and existent. The young athlete aspired to be free from everything and become nothing to feel complete.

Living such a flashy, explosive, volatile life made him content. It was meaningful. At least then he could somewhat live true to his words to the very last minute. At least then he didn't fool himself with delusions.

It didn't help much that Shidou was also a loner. He didn't have many friends who made it worth staying, so he never bothered behaving. They hated him anyways, so in his judgement, there was no point trying to change and suddenly act like a saint now with how far he's come.

The troublemaker only felt more encouraged when he casually explained his situation to Maribel and heard her mutter something along the lines of, "throw a tantrum and rinse their money." And he did exactly as she said. He threw tantrums which meant that their hands were now tied with booking one too many first class flights for his temporary transferrals to all the top leagues' academies in Europe. Shidou aimlessly lived life to the fullest by fulfilling his strong penchant for violence and physical altercations that at some point he began to forget what silence felt like. 

It was like that for a while, until eventually the flights to Spain and to Italy and to England and to Germany and back to France significantly reduced. Shidou had unknowingly started to behave whenever he was in Bastard München. He arrived on time to his lessons, he dutifully attended isolation during his breaks and lunches. And in his free time, rather than beating up an innocent kid for breathing in a way he didn't find pleasant, he spent it away repeatedly sketching a pretty explosion from its different perspectives.

It was strange though, he behaved so well in Germany only to revert back to his old habits in the other leagues. So strange. This behaviour of his had not gone unnoticed, there was definitely something in Bastard München that made him behave, maybe it was the presence of the best striker, Noel Noa, that's what most of those under the collaboration concluded. But Loki thought otherwise.

The french prodigy had coincidentally come across Shidou's belongings in the locker room, specifically the detailed sketches that would make anyone pause and admire spellbound at its intricate detailings. The drawings of the 'pretty explosions' weren't landscapes as one would typically expect, but rather candid portraits; each with a dedication of 'my muse: my bestfriend, menhera-chan.♡︎'

A crush?

Bing the wingman he was, he had then used Shidou's anomalous behaviour to vouch for him in a club meeting. Whenever Shidou misbehaved and was suspended, he would now be transferred to Bastard München immediately. And because Shidou wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, the aforementioned teen would be transferred back to PXG to carry on his education when his behaviour was deemed appropriate. It didn't take very long for him to pattern up in Germany, hence his temporary transferrals being cut very short. But he would ultimately fall back into his old practice without his friend keeping him in check when he was in France; an eternally repetitious cycle that would exist till end of times. a.k.a graduation.

(flashback)

Shidou's initial thoughts on Maribel wasn't much. In fact, it was more accurate to say he didn't have any opinions on the aforementioned girl or anyone in his temporary homeroom class for that matter.

"Guys! We have a new student that will be joining us temporarily for reasons I cannot disclose. Please make him feel welcomed and treat him as you would treat your peers!"

With the unexpected announcement, an excited buzz of chatter erupted among the students. Queries of this unknown student's identity and possible reasons for his sudden transferral being the topic of gossip, overshadowing the exasperated voice of Mrs Lynch.

"Uh-! Boys and girls! I told you to be on your best behaviour just a minute ago! Anyways— please, come in and introduce yourself, young man." Mrs Lynch emphasised with a lilted tone, her thoughts unreadable to the students. 

"...." With her warning, their bustling had come to an ungainly pause, anticipation hung in the air, the suspense being amplified with the impending silence.

Stare.

"Miss, where's this guy at?"

"I told you guys to be quiet!"

"He's probably taking a fat shit."

"Ugh, where did he go? I told him to wait there and he nodded like he would..." Mrs Lynch muttered with exasperation as she walked towards the open door, poking her head out to examine the corridor for the mysterious boy. "I'll be leaving just for a second. In the meantime, behave."

With her abrupt leave, the air in the classroom changed back to its previous bustle. The students moving from their assigned seats to their desired place whilst chatting away with their friend groups, some pulled out their phones which was prohibited to use on school premises, one kid with great bravado nicked a whiteboard marker from the teacher's desk and drew multiple male reproductive organs, some rather small in length and others inhumanely long and girthy.

The scene oddly resembled a fish market and amidst the cacophonous chaos, Maribel sat with a cringed expression. Sure socialising wasn't her fort, but it's not that she didn't enjoy it when it came to the people in her homeroom class. In fact, after being with them every morning during school days, it was safe to say she was comfortable with them. But again, it was in the morning. And for some strange reason, she woke up too early to be considered appropriate, her cranky expression enough to ward off any frivolous conversations.

That was what she liked to think.

In truth, Maribel was in the middle of her perusal.

The girl wasn't necessarily an avid reader, but form-time was the only moment she could really use to read her books (it was hard to make time to read a book at home when she could literally be doing anything else).

"Oh... there's a levitating bunny outside..."

"Hah? Did you come to school high or something?"

"Ah, it's by the window and it's eating really fast..."

That drew some attention. They glanced out the window and much to their surprise, there really was a floating bunny in the middle of a mukbang.

"Is it healthy for it to eat that much...?"

"Hmm, doesn't it look like... that art teacher's rabbit?"

"Mrs Shinwara..? That old woman who's really sweet?"

"Yeah, the rabbit sits in her apron's front pocket as she paints." Some student who had her for art clarified.

stareeeeeeee.

"What's it doing here then?"

"...." They all watched hypotonic of the rabbit's chewing, even Maribel removed her nose from her book to admire the endearing creature. They all had one simultaneous thought, ah, it's really cute.

"IT'S GONNA SHIT LIKE CRAZY IF IT KEEPS EATING LIKE THAT!!" Their collective adore was shattered immediately, Maribel's nose scrunched lightly in disgust.

"Why the fuck would you say that?"

"What?! I'm being serious.."

"Guys—"

"You're actually so weird. I mean, who the hell even thinks of that???"

"Huh-?! How am I being weird? It's true thou—"

"Guys—! There's... there's a guy outside the window!"

"...."

True to the pupil's frantic words, there really was a guy blazingly staring down at them through the large window. His tall stature didn't help the air of hostility that surrounded him, his menacing presence a complete contradiction to the innocently soft bunny in his hands.

"Doesn't he look kinda creepy..? And the bunny's fur is white too, it's like a killer bunny from minecraft.."

Maribel perked up at the passing comment, like the huge rabbits from drum island!! She was snapped out of her stupid thoughts when the noise of aggressive banging reverberated in the walls of the classroom.

"Is he high?"

"He looks too childish to know how to get high." Another disproved, namely pointing to the tips of his oddly pink coloured hair.

"Then he got fed edibles by a sketchy van owner..?"

"Doesn't he kinda look bent?"

"Just because a guy likes pink doesn't mean he's gay!"

"That's not what I meant."

They all watched with a hybrid of disbelief and intrigue as the guy motioned towards the window's handle. They weren't idiots, but they were curious.

"Don't open the windows, he might molest us."

The suggestion went completely ignored. Some kid in the far back corner decided to play class clown, and either because he was known to be an academically challenged student or because it was too early in the morning, he forgot that actions had consequences.

The boy teasingly opened and closed the window furthest away from the zesty looking freak outside with great agility, intending to edge the aforementioned guy and irritate him, the laughter of his friends only encouraging him further.

This might've been the worst decision of his life yet. Perhaps if the girl he liked wasn't in their homeroom class he wouldn't have been this brave. But he needed to impress her, Aanan needed to impress her. Show her how brave he was, how he wasn't a coward like she said he was. Apparently, professing his undying, relentless, everlasting love like some Romeo of today through text was a cowardly move.

Given, it wasn't horrible.

Confessing was definitely nerve racking, and with the barrier of a screen as protection, people became texting warriors. It was like being drunk in someway, just as the liquid helped reduce anxiety and the fear of rejection, that screen barrier did so too.

But the guy never spoke to her in real life. Didn't even respond to her when she made an effort to speak for his sake. How humiliating it was, she took pity on him and was treated pathetically in return. An absolute fucking coward.

Maribel hated cowards the most.

"I swear he looks like that guy that plays for PXG."

Right, sure Aanan was fast, athletic to some extent due to the recreational football club he did on some days. But the guy outside was—

"What was his name...? Uhh— Ryuhei?" (Hes so hot)

Shidou Ryusei.* (um, actually ☝️🤓)

The guy's skill parameter were an all time high, he was an unpredictable creature whose strength was difficult to estimate, if not impossible to do so. To try and outsmart him, to attempt to outplay this volatile beast was like digging one's own grave.

And his own grave did Aanan dig.

Shidou was an explosive man. An explosive entrance suited him the most. The window was unnecessary large, Shidou was unusually strong and the timing was eerily perfect.

BLAST

Shidou barraged through, uncaring of the way the desk wobbled as he jumped on it to climb into the classroom. A muddy track of footsteps were left visible on the carpeted floor accompanied with the horrid squelching of liquid. A trail of leaves and twigs followed after him as he walked towards the front, specifically the whiteboard with the drawings of multiple male genitals.

"Woah, these ballsacks are bigger than mine!" He stared start-truck as its girth before taking a seat on an empty chair at the front, pulling out more hay from his pocket, some stray pieces falling to the ground as he fed the rabbit when he felt it nudge him for some more. "I can't believe they've starved you of your true potential, project velociraptor. Don't worry, I'll get you back in shape and you'll be able to eat that red-white-middle-aged-fattie in three chomps max!" The enigmatic teen could only giggle at how cute it'd be.

"....." All the others unable to understand Japanese stared blankly at him. What the hell was he saying and giggling to himself about?!

But despite the strangeness of the situation, the class somewhat calmed down after whatever that was, Maribel too resumed her perusal when the guy leisurely fed the rabbit some more hay.

Well, at least she tried to. The