After the match concluded, the team returned to the dorms to mark the victory with a meal of steak
Naruhaya piped up between bites
Naruhaya:"Hey, y/n!you've been scoring like crazy in the last few matches! Why haven't you spent any of those points you've earned?"
With a sly grin, y/n glanced at him and replied nonchalantly
Y/n:"dont worry about it."
Gagamaru chimed in
Gagamaru:"im sure hes got some nefarious plans,i dont trust that lightskinned smile."
Y/n:"i said dont worry about it caveman~!go gobble some meat or something~"
Gagamaru:"ayo,pause."
Y/n:"nah,resume.now dont worry about my business and go have fun~!"
As the teammates mused over y/n's mysterious point hoarding, Kunigami casually dismissed it with a wave, steering the conversation toward Isagi's standout performance
Kunigami:"oh,forget about y/n's points"
he said, leaning back a bit
Kunigami:"Let's talk about Isagi's goal at the end there. That was some serious skill! The way he maneuvered through the defense and nailed it-it's like he had the whole game in his pocket"
Isagi looks startled by the praise
Isagi:"Nah, it was all thanks to y/n's pass. Without that perfect setup, I wouldn't have had a chance to score-"
Y/n cuts him off
Y/n:"come on isagi,dont me so modest~,i only passed to you because i knew i clouldnt nail it!(i tottaly could have,easily so.)
That goal was all yours!(it was my intention to set you up for that shot all along)"
As Bachira interjected, he playfully nudged Isagi and teased
Bachira:"Oh, look at you, Mr.Modesty~! But come on, we all know it's your moment to shine. Accept the glory gracefully!"
Isagi, caught off guard by Bachira's playful gesture, tried to maintain composure as he attempted to feed him a piece of steak
Bachira:"Here Isagi, take a bite!"
he cooed with an exaggeratedly sweet tone, giggling as he playfully tried to share a bite of food, prompting light-hearted laughter from everyone around
Y/n:"Hey, hands off Isagi!"
Bachira:"Eh~?Why should I~?"
Y/n:"Because....."
"hes my pookie."
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"pffffft-"
Laughter erupted throughout the room
Blushing furiously, Isagi responded
Isagi:"I'm definitely not your pookie, y/n!"
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, y/n smoothly stepped between Isagi and Bachira, snatching the opportunity to feed Isagi a bite instead
Y/n:"Here, Isagi. let me handle this~."
they said with a wink, adding a touch of unexpected sweetness to the teasing dynamic.
Isagi managed to mumble
Isagi: "I don't need..."
before y/n swiftly interrupted, stuffing a piece of steak into his mouth, causing him to sputter in surprise. Amidst the laughter, Isagi protested with a mouthful
Isagi:"Mmmph! I was trying to say-I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, y/n!"
y/n:"(They're becoming too close; I must intervene before Isagi becomes overly reliant on him. It might diminish his potential, and I cannot allow them to disrupt my plans.)"
it was now midnight
Y/n:"Finally....."
y/n murmured to himself as he heard Isagi's soft footsteps leaving the dorm in the nighttime silence. Sensing the opportune moment had arrived, he quietly rose from his bed, determined to set his plan in motion
With a sly grin curling on his lips
y/n stealthily nudged Bachira awake, his voice a whisper in the darkness
y/n:"Bachira~, rise and shine~"
As Bachira groggily opens his eyes, his speech slurred and hesitant, he mumbles
Bachira:"Wha-what's happening?"
But before he can finish his sentence, Y/N swiftly interrupts him, seizing him by the throat
As Y/N's grip tightens around his neck, Bachira's face turns red with exertion as he struggles to breathe. In a panicked voice, he manages to gasp out
Bachira:"What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!"
Y/N's eyes glimmer with an unsettling intensity as they clamp their hand over Bachira's mouth, preventing any further words from escaping. Their voice takes on a dark and chilling tone as they whisper
Y/n:"Shh... You wouldn't want to wake the others, would you? We wouldn't want any interruptions now, would we~?"
"now listen here,you stupid schizophrenia-filled buttmunching asshole"
"i̴̱̎̅͂s̵̯̗̻̎͒͛͊̎͊̉̈́̌̽̇̂̔a̸̧̜̮̳͓̼͔͚̥͊͛̈́̇͂̈́̍͝g̷̦̙͉͛̏͌̚i̷̦͚̫͑̈́̌̒̈͗̋̕͠ ̵̲͈͇̘̅͗̄̈́̈́̇͌̃͘͝i̶̺̟͖̱͓̬̇͐͊̿͌̑̄͛̌s̵̡̼̻̝̥̟͓̹͍̰̩͊̒̅̑͆̓́̾̕ ̴̼̲̤̞̜͙̱́̿͘̕m̸͇̫̻̜̟̠͎͎̞̭̰̃̐̈́͌̈́̾̀͘͠ǐ̶̥̫̩̲̗̋̈̅͛̌̐̐̔̆͋̂͠n̷̦̤̲̭̫͍̦̣͙̈͂̄̈́̂͊͗̈̕ę̷̭̘͚̰͎͍̻̠̄̓̓̋̈́̃̂͒̏͜͝"
"He's my possession, my toy. And anyone who tries to come between us... well, let's just say they won't have a very happy ending~"
he chuckles softly, his voice laced with an unsettling darkness
"Getting close to Isagi is not an option for you anymore. You see, he is mine, and mine alone. I won't tolerate anyone else trying to invade our connection~"
His voice crescendos into a maniacal laughter that sends shivers down Bachira's spine
"So, here's a piece of advice for you, Bachira~. You better forget about Isagi and move on, because if you ever even think about crossing paths with him again, well..."
Y/N pauses, his smile turning chillingly sadistic
"Let's just say it won't end well for you~ Consider yourself warned."
Bachira trembles, feeling a cold dread settle in his bones as Y/N's words hang in the air like a sick promise
Y/N's laughter abruptly subsides, and a sinister calmness settles over him. His expression becomes unnervingly serene, as if the dark episode had never occurred. He tilts his head slightly, regarding Bachira with a disturbingly detached gaze
Y/n:"Consider this your first and final warning, Bachira."
Y/N says in an eerily composed voice
Y/n:"Forget about Isagi and the desire to approach him. If I ever catch a whiff of your presence around him again, I assure you,i will score a hattrick with your head."
Without another word, Y/N turns on his heel once more and walks away, leaving Bachira rooted to the spot, his heart pounding in his chest. The sinister aura surrounding Y/N lingers, leaving Bachira with a chilling feeling of unease and an undeniable fear of what Y/N is truly capable of
As Y/N walks away, his demeanor seems to shift once again. His expression becomes almost too friendly, too cheerful, as if he's putting on a mask. Bachira watches him go, feeling a sense of unease and confusion
Y/N turns back briefly, giving Bachira a small wave and a toothy grin
Y/n:"See you around, Bachira~!"
he calls out, his voice ringing with an almost sickly sweetness
Bachira can't help but feel like he's just witnessed something deeply unsettling, something that defies explanation. He watches as Y/N disappears around the corner, feeling a creeping sense of dread settle in his bones
As the minutes tick by, Bachira can't shake the feeling that Y/N's seemingly harmless exterior is just a facade, hiding something far more sinister and dangerous beneath the surface. He wonders what kind of person could switch between such drastically different personas so easily, and what kind of secrets they might be keeping hidden
Bachira shakes his head, trying to dispel the uneasy thoughts that are swirling around in his mind. But deep down, he knows that he'll never be able to forget the chilling encounter with Y/N - and that there's something deeply disturbing lurking just beneath the surface of this seemingly normal person
The next morning dawns with a deceptive sense of normalcy.Bachira takes his place, observing the familiar routine unfold
Y/N is there too, blending seamlessly into the group. He has reverted back to his usual cheerful self, laughing and joking with his teammates. It's as if the twisted encounter from yesterday never happened, erased from his memory and erased from theirs
But Bachira can't quite shake off the lingering unease. He glances at Y/N occasionally, watching for any hints of that disturbing darkness that had briefly surfaced. Yet, there's no sign of it. Y/N is just like any other player on the field, fully committed to training as if nothing ever happened
Bachira wonders if he had imagined the entire encounter or if it was all just some sick game Y/N had played. Is Y/N truly twisted and psychotic, or was it just a momentary lapse? His mind is flooded with unsettling questions, causing a shiver to run down his spine
As the training session progresses, the team falls back into their usual rhythm. Everyone seems oblivious to the bizarre occurrences, focused solely on their goals and aspirations. But for Bachira, the memory of that twisted encounter lingers, forever casting a shadow over the facade of normalcy
As the team continues their training, a flickering light catches their attention. They turn towards the big screen on the wall, where Ego, their eccentric coach, appears in a monotone manner, sporting an assortment of bizarre sauce-coated noodles in a makeshift bowl
Ego:"Greetings, my unpolished gems."
Ego's voice echoes through the training grounds, a strange mix of excitement and disinterest
Ego:"Today, we shall embark on a journey of transformation. Like these noodles, you are raw, unrefined, but full of potential."
Y/n:"(the fuck is he talkin about?)"
Some of the team members exchange bewildered glances, unsure of what to make of Ego's strange demeanor and culinary choices
Ego:"These noodles, with their questionable sauce mixtures, represent the obstacles you'll face"
Y/n:"(yup,hes losing it.)"
Ego continues, slurping up a noodle with a peculiar expression
Ego:"You must learn to embrace the unexpected and find harmony within chaos."
"I have decided to implement a change in our ranking system"
he declares, his voice echoing through the training grounds
"From this day forward, your positions on the team will be determined not solely by your skills, but by the number of goals you score"
Ego states, a sly smile playing on his lips
Ego:"Goals shall be the measure of your true potential. Show me your hunger, your determination, your ability to seize opportunities."
Ego continues, still devouring his unusual concoction of noodles
Ego:"Goals are the manifestations of your drive to succeed, to overpower the opposition. They represent your creativity, agility, and instinct. Let your imagination fuel your actions, and your actions shape your destiny."
Some of the players seem excited by this change, ready to unleash their potential in a newfound way. Others feel a touch of apprehension, cautious of the increased pressure to perform and the uncertainty it brings. Yet, they know that Ego's eccentric methods often hold a deeper meaning
The updated rankings show y/n still in the first place with the new rank of 239# and isagi in second place with the rank 265#
Ego: "Now that we have our updated rankings, it's time for some exciting news.The next match will be against Team W in just one day. Get ready to showcase your goal-scoring skills and come out on top."
The screen then goes black
As the team starts their training, a competitive energy fills the air. Each player's determination to prove themselves intensifies
Imamura: "Look, I get that Y/N being at the top makes sense. He's been performing exceptionally well and deserves it. But Isagi going from second to last to second place? That's a bit hard to swallow. We can't let someone who was struggling just a short while ago surpass us!"
Raichi: "Exactly! We've been putting in the work day in and day out! We've been giving our all on the field!It's not fair that Isagi gets rewarded so quickly! We need to step up our game and prove that we are the ones who truly deserve those higher positions!"
Just as the conversation turns serious, Y/N, seemingly out of nowhere, saunters up and overhears their conversation. A playful grin appears on his face as he decides to interject
Y/N: "Oh, come on, guys! Are we really going to pick on our little Isagi here~? Let's not forget that he's my baby~. You know, someone's got to look out for him! Besides, who says being better than you is a bad thing? It just means I'll be taking all the glory while you all wallow in mediocrity~"
Iemon: "Well, we just think it's unfair how Isagi managed to climb the rankings so quickly. We've been putting in the work too."
Y/N: "Unfair? That's rich coming from you,last time i checked,this is a program for strikers,but ya havent striked anything since you came here. Maybe instead of whining and making excuses, you should try working harder~,maybe we would you take off the goalie post eventually~. You guys keep complaining, but Isagi is proving himself on the field! Meanwhile, you're all just stuck in the same spot, unable to keep up."
Ego was watching everything behind the screen
Ego: "Could it be? Is Y/N the one we've been waiting for? The hero who will rise above the rest and lead Japan to victory? Their talent and drive are unparalleled, and their potential is undeniable. With the right guidance, Y/N has the ability to become the hero this country needs."