𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

(sorry for the passing out thing ik its a typical y/n moment but idk i have no justification LMFAO)

Fuck did your head hurt. Was this what it feels like to be hit over the head with a brick repeatedly? Probably.

You peeled open your eyes and looked up at the polarizing bulbs on the ceiling. Who needs their lights that goddamn bright?

Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose and you scanned the room. You couldn't help but glare at the figure standing at your right.

"Why the hell are you here, no less, standing there like a creep?"

Ego rolled his eyes and returned your glare, "You passed out on the fucking field," he snarled.

Your features blanked, "Oh."

"'Oh.'" he mocked your voice, "I thought you were a professional. You can't even keep up with some teenage boys' practice?"

"Shut up," you scoffed, "You know exactly what happened." With a quick pat to your chest to get your point across, you noticed it was currently unrestricted. You sighed in relief internally, "I'm trying my best here."

He crossed his arms, "Try harder."

With that, he sauntered out of the office.

Your eyebrows pulled together and your brain pulled at the air for answers. He was there for all of ten seconds and he'd managed to get under your skin. The fuck did he want you to do? Seriously?

Instead of wasting your precious, valuable time, you hopped off the patient's bed and walked out into the hallway.

At that moment, you realized you had no idea where your team was, what they were doing, or what day of the week it was. That fucker really left you hanging.

Before you could spiral into all the ideas of where to find Team Z, your stomach grumbled loudly, like when you're sitting in a silent classroom full of people kind of loud.

Not caring for the eating schedule for the fifth stratum's teams, you started your trek to the cafeteria. Hell, it could just be your team's time to eat for all you knew.

You proudly opened the door and froze in your tracks once you saw the inside of the room. The cafeteria was not empty, nor was your team there. In fact, this was most definitely not your team.

The boys eating at the tables all turned your direction to stare, they probably didn't expect anyone else to join them. Understandably so.

You cleared your throat, "Greetings."

What the fuck? Only 40-year-old imbeciles on reddit talk like that. Maybe that fall did inflict brain damage.

You decided to brush past...whatever that was, and just get your goddamn food. After pinning in your information to the machine, it finally released what you so longed for. A meal. Without even looking up from the tray, you sat down at the closest table and started shoveling the food into your mouth.

You could feel the weight of stares on you, and you looked up while wiping crumbs off the side of your mouth. You met eyes with the likes of two boys, who seemed to have previously been enjoying their meals. The two stared at you, dumbfounded. There was a long moment of stale silence.

The purple-haired guy placed his cheek in his hand, "Hi?"

"Yo." you greeted stiffly, you just came here to eat, this situation was just uncomfortable.

The white-haired dude seemed to quickly lose interest and look down at the phone in his hands.

Your eyes sparkled, "No fucking way! You have your phone?!"

He looked up from the screen, "Yeah...obviously."

"Man..." your eyes creased in a way that was over-dramatically longing, like a deteriorating old guy reminiscing on the days his knees worked, "Lucky, bro. I need to do that soon too. I might go batshit in here."

You saw the purple haired guy raise his eyebrow and lean forward, "Right...why are you here, anyway? Aren't the teams supposed to eat at different times?"

"Oh, I kinda lost track of time," you smiled lazily.

He hummed in understanding, "What's your name?"

"[Surna-" you coughed, "Kazuma Kenji."

"Mikage Reo. That's Nagi Seishiro. Team V." That name sounded vaguely familiar. It took you a second to process that this guy must have been an heir to that corporation you see an advertisement for about every time you blink your eyes in the city. Imagine the figures in his bank account.

"Ah, that means you guys should be quite good, right?"

"I guess. I mea-"

"Shit!" You looked up at the clock- something you should have done as soon as you walked in here, "I've got a team meeting right now! I gotta go. Sorry, Reo." You ran out the doors and shouted, "See you guys around!"

It was a good thing Kuon made that annoying schedule for the team events.

Meaning, if it was the same day, you should find Team Z in the monitoring room to prepare for the upcoming match.

You burst through the doors in a sprint, "I'm here! Sorry!" you heaved, out of breath. When were you not, at this point?

"Where the fuck were you?!" Raichi snarled from his chair.

Iemon called out, "Hey, hey, stop. Kazuma, we're glad you're okay."

"Ohhh, no, yeah. I'm good, I'm good. Just tired." You plopped down into one of the open seats and sunk into the chair.

"Alright," Iemon nodded, "Let's get started then."

He turned on the screen to display two interesting-looking brothers. Nah, who were you kidding? The one called 'Wanima Junichi' had eyebrows fit for the end of a pirate's mustache. They sort of resembled knock-off Igarashi mutants.

Iemon started to explain the pair's playing tactics. Blah, blah, blah.

You fixated in front of you, where the hair that spilled over the back of Chigiri's chair looked much more interesting. Without hesitation, you picked up a section and started to mindlessly braid it together.

He must have felt the tugging on his scalp, because he turned around and slapped your hands away, "Stop that," he hissed.

"Why? It's more interesting than listening to this lecture."

"No-"

"I promise I'm good at braiding, I swear, c'mon, please. I can't sit in here doing nothing," you were begging. A man. This was truly a new low.

Chigiri stared at you before turning back around in his chair, "Fine," he muttered.

You internally cheered and went back to your craft. What was meant to be a masterpiece didn't get very far before Kuon came bursting through the doors. I did that too, get a new move, man. So unoriginal these days.

Everyone turned back to look at him, "Sorry! I was in the bath. But, I finally came up with a name for tomorrow's tactic!" he panted. "I call it, the '3X3 All-Stars Tactic!!'"

Crickets.

You snickered to yourself until Chigiri slapped the back of your head, "Zip it, dipshit," you heard him warn quietly.

"How lame!" Igarashi yelled out. It pained you to have an aligning opinion with him.

Gagamaru consoled Kuon with a shoulder-pat, "You'll get better with practice."

"C'mon, like you guys could do better!"

Blue Lock induced insomnia: part 3, maybe it was 4, at this point. Anyway, starring: you.

Stepping over the bodies, not forgetting to 'accidentally' slap Igarashi's sleeping face with your foot, you stepped into the deserted hallways.

You could only pray Ego was asleep and not stalking the security cams like a creep. He probably was. Just in case, you flipped off the nearest camera on the wall. All for good measure.

The architect of this place must have been on cloud-fucking-nine when he sketched the layout for this place. You wandered down the winding halls until your ears could pick up on the faint sounds of yelling.

Yelling? This late?

Nothing should surprise you in this place anymore. Nonetheless, as you drew closer to the source, you could determine from the unmistakable crackle of a speaker that the noise was coming from a phone.

A privilege, truly.

Deciding to find out what the person who held all you desired was watching you turned the corner to find a white haired boy on the ground with the fated device in his hands.

He must have heard your poorly-concealed footsteps, as he paused his video to look up and you.

"..."

You two sort of stared at each other for a long moment.

"You're that guy from earlier, aren't you?" he asked blankly.

You kept your eyes on the phone in his hands, "Yeah. Uh, Nagi, was it?"

"Mhm," he traced your gaze with his own and he patted the space on the floor next to him, "Want to watch this with me?" He could understand your disconnected struggle, simply helping a brother out.

Readily, you sat down next to him and peered over his shoulder to the screen, "What's the video?" you questioned, a little too eagerly. It was sad. Pathetic, even. A week without any sort of media consumption turned you into this.

He tapped the paused video and the title dropped down onto the screen.

**ULTIMATE TRICK-SHOT COMPILATION- BEST OF FOOTBALL 2015 [BROUGHT FANS TO TEARS](NOT CLICKBAIT)**

You almost laughed. Almost.

Instead, you let him hit the continue button and watched alongside him.

"I've done that one before, y'know," you bragged tiredly, your lids were starting to weigh over your eyes.

"I could probably do it too."

"Bullshit."

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STOP CALLING EGO HOT. no more spreading this propaganda. im sick of it.

i was going to post this yesterday and then i just didn't 🧐