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02.TEAM Z
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FRANKLY
it's hard to decide what to take from your home when you find yourself impulsively moving out. It wasn't so much impulsive as it was sudden—but all the same to your siblings, who cried while clinging to your ankles, begging you to not go, to not leave them. It sure did break your heart to see this, but only you knew it was for the best. You were the oldest, which means you have the most responsibilities, and which also means that sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for the greater good of your family (and yourself, occasionally).
You walk out of the door, suitcase in hand, and bags slung around your shoulder. This should be everything you need to live a comfortable-ish life—the only thing reasonably precious to you was your phone, which was probably the most expensive thing you owned, given to you by a family friend for your seventeenth birthday. It was a nice phone, and she even got you a pair of wireless headphones to go with it (though you usually carried around wired earbuds when you went out).
It didn't take too long to get to Blue Lock, and you found you had your whole room to yourself—a stark difference to your home life, since you had to share with your two younger sisters—and you unpacked everything efficiently and laid down on the bed (which was really just a mattress on the floor, but you weren't picky). It seemed that Ego wasn't lying when he said that he would make your lives as comfortable as possible here at Blue Lock, because already, with the strange yet helpful technology in this place, it sure felt like you were bunking in the future.
You spent a few more minutes in your room until you heard a knock disrupt the silence. You rush to open it, and there stands the short, brown-haired girl, looking up at you with a timid smile. "Hello. Um... Ego told me to come get you. We... we're due for a meeting."
You nod, "Okay. Thanks." You start to walk, but notice how she trails behind you and fiddles with her fingers. You slow down considerably so that you are walking beside her, and she peers up at you through her thick bangs. "I don't think we introduced ourselves, right? My name is [name]."
She sends you a closed-eye smile, cheeks flushed pink and voice timid, "My name is... Kyouka."
You look away, back to the place in front of you. "It's nice to meet you, Kyouka. I think we'll be spending quite a bit of time here together. I hope we will get along."
"Y—Yes... I hope so too, [name]."
You both decide to not speak any more than you have to, and you feel grateful for that. The silence is refreshing, and you decide to bask in the rare quiet before you no longer have a chance to.
