You cleaned up your brother's office since it was anything but cleaned and after that you took a fresh shower only to get interrupted by the game pop up screen. This little shit doesn't leave you even in the fucking shower for God's sakes!
You sighed and read whatever text there was.
[Look for the missing sticker bag, in the trash bin behind the building]
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the absurdity of the task. It seemed the game was determined to involve you in the most inconvenient scenarios.
Resigned to the situation, you begrudgingly abandoned the shower, throwing on some clothes and gloves, and headed outside to the back of the building. As you approached the trash bin, you couldn't help but mutter, "Of all the places to search for a sticker bag..." The game's peculiar demands continued to baffle you.
With a mixture of reluctance and disgust, you cautiously approached the trash bin, wrinkling your nose at the unpleasant odor emanating from it. Peering inside, you were met with a revolting sight: a heap of discarded food wrappers, soggy tissues, and various other unidentifiable items.
Suppressing a gag reflex, you gingerly sifted through the refuse, desperately hoping to locate the missing sticker bag amidst the filth. Each squishy sensation and slimy texture you encountered only served to intensify your disgust.
After what felt like an eternity of digging through the repulsive contents of the trash bin, you finally spotted a glimmer of colorful plastic buried beneath a mound of garbage. With a mixture of relief and revulsion, you retrieved the sticker bag, hastily wiping it clean on some tissue.
Disgusted by the entire ordeal, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted mind came up with such a task. Grateful to be done with the unpleasant task, you quickly disposed of the trash and retreated back inside, vowing to avoid any further interactions with the intrusive game for the rest of the day.
As you hurriedly made your way back inside, still reeling from the unpleasant task you just completed, you inadvertently collided with someone tall. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with a towering figure whose expression quickly morphed from surprise to disdain.
"Ugh, what's that smell?" the person exclaimed, pinching their nose in disgust. "Smells like a rat crawled out of the trash."
Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized that the offensive odor clinging to you was the remnants of the trash bin you had just rummaged through.
As you looked up, embarrassed, you recognized the tall figure as none other than Barou Shouei, the star player from Team X. His disdainful remark about the smell hit you like a punch to the gut, intensifying your embarrassment.
Feeling a surge of indignation, you straightened your posture, refusing to let Barou's comment slide without retaliation. "Oh, I'm sorry," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize the benchwarmer of Team X had time to criticize others between perfecting your 'I just smelled something foul' face."
Barou's eyes narrowed at your bold response, clearly taken aback by your sudden assertiveness. "You have some nerve," he shot back, his tone laced with disdain. "You think you can talk to me like that? You're just a nobody."
The exchange escalated into a heated argument, both of you hurling insults and accusations at each other. Alone in the building, the echoes of your voices reverberated off the walls, amplifying the tension between you.
Eventually, the intensity of the confrontation began to dissipate, leaving behind a tense silence. With one last scathing look, Barou turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving you standing there, seething with anger and frustration.
As you took a moment to collect yourself, you couldn't help but wonder how a simple encounter could escalate into such a heated confrontation.
"There's no way I'm making that fucker laugh" you muttered angrily as you kicked the air.
The match between team x and y had started and you really hoped that team z wins, main reason: because barou is in team x..
Oh how badly you wanted him to just fall in eat dirt, but you will hold back, for now at least.
But unfortunately for you team z was not good at all... so you decideded to just be their coach for now and help them.
And so with that you went your way to team z room.
Upon opening the door you were meet with batch of half naked men...
"Uh-" you frozed in your tracks as embarrassment crept over you. A lot of guys cover thier self while some were...
"Y/n chan!" Bachira waved with a big smile and was about to come your way before he got pulled by a few guys who told him to put on some clothes.
You blinked and closed the door and slid down the door on to the floor. "Mom, I saw a peepee... a real ding dong... a men's meat stick with meat balls.."
You clapped your hands, drawing everyone's attention to you. "Alright, as my Anki has mentioned, your weapon is the key to your revolution," you announced, your voice commanding the room's attention.
Taking charge of the situation, you proceeded to address each person individually, asking them about their respective weapons or skills. Each response added a layer of depth to the collective arsenal, as everyone shared their unique abilities and expertise.
There were some who didn't know or just didn't wanted to share their skill too.
"It can't be helped then" you pout and wrote some things at your notebook.
"What the heck, man?" Rachi complained, his tone laced with irritation. "Let's just ignore the princess here," he mocked, pretending to clear his ear.
Chirigi, who was sitting with his face buried in his knees, simply looked away, clearly annoyed by the exchange.
You sighed inwardly as you watched the boys bicker amongst themselves. "Boys are definitely more dramatic than girls," you mused silently, shaking your head at their antics.
"Rachi-kun, let's not mock others, okay?" I interjected, my voice firm but my smile sweet as I looked at him.
"But—" Rachi began to protest before he caught sight of my expression. The sweet smile had transformed into the most intimidating grin he had ever seen.
"Let's. Not. Mock. Others," I reiterated, each word punctuated with an edge that made it clear I meant business.
After the moment of tension passed, I shifted the focus back to the task at hand, explaining how we could strategize to win the next game. Kuon chimed in with his ideas, adding valuable insights to the discussion. Together, we brainstormed tactics, analyzed our strengths and weaknesses, and devised a game plan that maximized our chances of success.
As the discussion progressed, the atmosphere lightened, and the boys' competitive spirits reignited. Despite the earlier tension, we worked together as a team, each contributing our expertise and ideas to ensure we were fully prepared for the upcoming challenge. With renewed determination and a solid plan in place, we felt confident that victory was within our grasp.
Seated alone in the empty lunch hall, I stared at the mission on my device with a sigh. "Making that asshole smile is a hard one... I don't wanna do it," I grumbled to myself, taking a bite of food to distract myself from the daunting task ahead.
I let out a sigh and looked up at the boring ceiling until I heard a sound from behind me got startled. I turned around to saw none other than itoshi rin.
As I blinked in confusion, Itoshi Rin walked past me without a glance and headed to the food court. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being ignored as he deliberately chose a seat far away from me. It irked me, but beneath the annoyance, a pang of sadness crept in.
Feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, I couldn't help but wonder what had caused such distance between us. Was it something I had done, or was there a deeper reason behind his behavior? Unable to find answers, I sighed and turned back to my own food, trying to push aside the feelings of hurt.
As you concentrated on your task, a distant voice asked, "Hey, can we sit there?" Ignoring it, you continued your work. Moments later, two guys settled into seats in front of you. Glancing up, you remarked, "Oh, snow white!" The man with snow-white hair chuckled, "Oh, the pretty girl." Both of you exchanged amused glances, pointing at each other simultaneously.
Next to the snow-haired man sat the familiar figure you had seen at the store with him. "Oh, hello?" you greeted him, feeling a bit nervous.
"Hello," the guy nodded in return as he and the snow-white man began their introductions.
"I'm Mikage Reo, and this is Nagi Seishiro."
In reality, you already knew both of them since you had seen their information on the Blue Lock table.
"I'm ego y/n, a stuff member in here, tho you don't need to be formal with me since we are the same age."
Hello! Author here.
Honestly I kinda lost the motivation to continue like I don't know how the story will go, I think i need to watch blue lock again to get ideas :>
Mainwhile here's a short and Ig unfinished chapter.
If you have any, like any any ideas even if it's small or big comment I NEED it like seriously 💀
Also no don't worry the story isn't being discontinued! I will give it an ending >:)