❝𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦❞
that's all you intended when you entered Blue Lock training
[blue lock x fr]
why the hell this story ranked #3 in gayyyy?
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❪𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊❫ •••
You and Yuri leave right away for your home after that brief encounter. When you perform that strike, Yuri truly wanted to tell you how awesome you are, but she restrained herself. However, seeing that scene made Yuri's admiration for you grow even more.
When you eventually arrived at your home, your father was seated at the dining room table as you entered. His cool demeanor never fails to make you stutter.
You bow to him with respect, "I'm home."
"Sit." You obeyed his command to seat across from him by doing as he said.
You deal with situations like this on a regular basis, yet you still feel uneasy around him. Despite the fact that he is your father, you don't feel at ease being with him. Just too uncomfortable.
"A letter came for you." talked your father as he placed the paper in the table. "It's from Japan Football Union."
Japan Football Union?
You took the letter in your hand and read it. 'Kei sama, you have been chosen for a special player training program' When you read the letter in its whole, the focus is on the training session.
"Accept it." he demanded with authority.
"...But it says, it's an all male training program-"
"Is there a problem with that?"
Your speech abruptly comes to an end as you fix your gaze exclusively on his eyes. It shouts unabashed brazenness. You can tell what he's been thinking by the way he looks.
"You're a boy right?"
You are, of course. He believes that, and nobody can ever persuade him otherwise.
"Yes father." you answered, accepting your lose.
After finishing his food, your father eventually left you all alone at the dining table, as he often does.
You made the decision to use the restroom, you noticed your red, lifeless eyes staring back at you in the mirror. Your wolf cut hair was untidy, and your tired red eyes showed anxiety.
Remembering what had just occurred, you clinched your teeth in madness. He is still beyond your power to influence. You remain his pawn. You are still dancing in the palm of his hand.
Finally, you let warm tears fall silently down your face as your heart began to break.
I simply wanted an ordinary life.
Your heart began to beat more heavily. If your father comes across you here crying, you are no longer afraid. Your throat wailed as you breathed. Your body was slowly absorbing the bitter taste of reality.
