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[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 6: villain

Hey, everyone. I just wanted to clarify a few things:

1. Although [name] sort of dislikes yoga/other hobbies that require movements that focus on balance, they also kind of like them because they struggle with it. It makes them feel normal.

2. [name] tends to struggle with balance related things a lot.

3. I wanted to point out that [name] does have some flaws--they're not perfect and they're going to develop throughout the story. 

4. [name] is gn but they are currently referred to as 'he' by other players in the story because they are disguised as their best friend, who is male.

Anyways, thanks for reading :)

        "Kankucho." Someone called. The person in question only rolled their body over, mumbling to themselves.

        "Kankucho." The voice tried again, and you suddenly got a whiff of berry and floral scents. Your stomach grumbled at the former, and your eyes shot open. Aryu leaned over your head, nudging you. His hair dropped, forming a curtain around his face as he called your name out again. Once he realized that you were awake, he slightly grinned at you before speaking loudly. "Hey, you need to get up if you want to eat breakfast."

        And you, having just woken up, blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Your hair smells nice."

        The long-haired boy kicked you out of your bed.

...

        You groaned as you stepped into the cafeteria, rubbing the bruise that was already forming on your hip. Stupid pretty boy and his stupid good smelling hair. 

        Next to you, Aryu hummed a tune quietly, and you faintly wondered why he wasn't as talkative as he usually was. You debated asking him about it but decided against it; you didn't want to rub on something that was already bothering him. You searched around the large room for the table Tokimitsu was sitting at, spotting him before tugging on Aryu's shirt. 

        "Hey, let's get our food first and then go sit with Tokimitsu." Aryu stared at your hand that was holding onto his shirt, and you let go once you noticed he was staring. The boy nodded at your suggestion before he swiftly started strutting to the food dispenser. You jogged slightly to catch up with his fast pace, sweat dropping on how focused he was on his food once he got his tray.

        You arrived quickly at the table Tokimitsu was sitting at, both you and Aryu greeting him tiredly. The shy boy greeted you both back with the same energy. You sat down, scarfing down your food as fast as you could, and the other boys could only deadpan at you. Honestly, they should be used to how fast you eat your food by now. 

        The silence between the three of you was oddly comforting despite all of the chaos surrounding your table. You guessed they were energy-drained just as much as you were while you watched them both sluggishly lift their food to your mouth. You shifted your attention back to Aryu, noticing his blank face. Usually he'd be talking by now, ranting about what the worst hair products were and hammering Tokimitsu about taking better care of his 'dry hair'. You thought the poor boy's hair looked fine, but how would you know? Aryu is the expert, not you.

        You found yourself becoming slightly uncomfortable by the stylish boy's silence, and the quietness of your table became less calming and more awkward. Tokimitsu shifted his eyes around the cafeteria nervously, and you groaned in frustration. Your expertise is not encouraging people at all, but you couldn't help but feel that both boys needed the extra boost. 

        "You know, you guys are doing really well. I, uh, just wanted you to know that. And you both have pretty cool playing styles." You shot them both a small thumbs-up, and the tension left both boy's bodies smoothly. Ah, so that's what it was. You nodded to yourself, proud of your bravery for stepping out of your comfort zone. 

        You pushed your empty tray out of the way, and you leaned your cheek on your hand. Grinning at Aryu, your eyes crinkled at the corners.

        "Hey, do you have any suggestions for good hair products I could use? I don't know which ones to get for my [straight/curly/wavy] hair."

        Aryu quickly regained his vibrant sparkle as he straightened up and began blabbering about hair products you were probably never going to buy. 

        Mission accomplished.

...

                Your team had won all of their matches, and your final match was tomorrow. You couldn't help but feel slightly nervous the more you thought about the possibilities of what could happen during the match, and you sighed shakily as you leaned against the toilet in the bathroom. 

        I really don't want to throw up. You thought about gagging yourself to hopefully get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, but you really didn't want to stick your finger down your throat and hunch over the toilet. If anything, you wish you weren't spending part of your night sitting in a bathroom stall, but you couldn't help it. 

        I don't want to disappoint everyone on my team if I mess up during the game. Your mind was practically running a mile a minute. I mean, I'm Rin's rival. I have to score for my team, so we win and so that Rin doesn't end up being super disappointed in me--so that my whole team won't be disappointed in me. Your stomach practically flipped at the thought of letting everyone down.

        I have to be perfect. I have to be the best one out there--what if my teammates start suspecting that I'm not--

You hunched yourself over the toilet and puked up your dinner.

        I need to clear my head. 

...

        You walked to the middle of the training field and plopped down onto the small painted dot in the middle of everything. Leaning back, you dropped onto your back and spread your limbs out so that you were lying on the ground like a starfish. Immediately, your mind started emptying out all the unneeded and overwhelming thoughts you made up. You always did this with [best friend] when you both were nervous before a big football game. 

        [best friend] noticed how antsy you were in the morning during school. He wondered if you had a big test today. It was probably English--but then again you were pretty good at the language. The tests for that class sucked anyways. The day moved by pretty quickly, and he noticed you were still jumpy like you were in the morning. He hummed, assuming your last period was what was making you nervous.

        He assumed wrong. The boy watched as you stumbled slightly with the football, cursing at yourself when you tripped and fell onto the ground. Normally, the boy would laugh at your balance, but he frowned instead, now coming to the conclusion that you were nervous for the big game your team had tomorrow. For a split second he wondered why, because you played defender and were too lazy to do anything during your games half of the time. He shook off the thought.

        [best friend] made his way to you at the end of practice, nudging you to a stop as he grinned at you. "Hey, [name], come with me for a little." You hesitated for a second before chuckling at your blank-faced nod. He led you out to the middle of the field before dropping to the ground and lying there like starfish. "What are you doing? Lay down."

        You copied his position exactly, and [best friend] tilted his head to the side to watch as you released a sigh of relief and your body eased up. It was silent for a few minutes, and the two of you closed your eyes to listen to the sound of your breathing.

        "My parents are coming to my game tomorrow. I don't want to disappoint them--I need to be the best defender out there, just like they expect me to be." [best friend] questioned if you were stupid--because you are the best defender on the field--if anything, you could probably be the best player on the team if you cared enough to. Instead of speaking his thoughts aloud, [best friend] only huffed.

        "Don't be nervous, you'll do fine." It wasn't a lie.

        You rested your left arm over your forehead, sighing through your nose. You really wished [best friend]was with you right now.

...

        Your team won your last game, and you scored the last goal. Despite the fact that your teammates were cheering at you, you could only stare at the team kneeling on their knees in front of you. They groaned in despair, some of them even crying. Did it feel that bad to lose?

        You couldn't relate to the feeling--you'd never lost in your life. Sometimes you wished you could understand the feeling, understand the looks of pity others received when they were defeated. But right now, you could only grin at their pain. Time seemed to slow down as you stared at the defeated players, your chest being filled with an unexplainable happiness for seeing them in pain. You thought back to Ego's speech a while ago. 

        "It's to create a hero among them." 

You wondered if you wanted to be a hero. Did you want to score goals for your team, to bring them the sweet joy of success and watch as happiness and warmth filled their hearts? Did you want your teammates to pat you on the back, thanking you for your hard work? You didn't think you did. What you wanted was entirely different. You wanted to crush people's dreams, to destroy them and prove to them that you were better, and that they could never reach your level because they weren't good enough. The thought of it exhilarated you to no end.

        You would always be at the top, even if it was lonely.

        If you didn't want to be the hero, wouldn't that make you a villain?

        secrets:

When Aryu was silent, he was actually having a crisis about his feelings towards you.

Aryu kicked you because your compliment embarrassed him and pleased him--he didn't want you to see his blush.

Tokimitsu was thankful that you distracted Aryu from being so serious; it was starting to make him nervous.

You were really sad that you threw up the good food you ate for dinner.

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[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 5: yoga

  You had to admit, even though Blue Lock was a fast-paced system, you quite enjoyed the peace that the screen room brought you. Note the past tense. You comfortably sat on the ground, observing your previous match on the large screen, intently watching the players in the match--specifically Rin. 

        Now, a normal player would enter the room, sit down, pull up a game, and watch the better players to learn new skills from them. You were definitely not doing that--actually, you had two very different reasons for being in the room:

1. Rin definitely was drooling a bit during the game--like, dang kid the football isn't that appetizing.

2. Ryusei Shido was following around like a puppy and no matter what you did, you couldn't get away from him. 

        You immediately became on high alert when you heard the door creak open, and you knew you had been found. You stood up, preparing for the worst, but you were instead met with Tokimitsu's surprised face. He gasped in shock before smiling shyly at you while you let out a sigh of relief. You greeted him gently. "Hey, Tokimitsu."

        "Ah, hi Kankucho! I'm sorry, I did realize you were using this room right now." His eyes gave the screen a side glance. "Oh, I came to watch the game too, but if you're still watching it, I can wait." 

        "Actually, I just finished. I think I'll go rest for a bit now, but thanks for your consideration." You both shuffled around a bit, him moving into the dark room and you stepping out of the room and into the hallway. You were about to head on your way back to the shared room, but you paused instead.

        Awkwardly turning around, you plastered on your best smile, which still oddly looked blank. Tokimitsu blinked innocently at you, surprised by your sudden change in expression. "Um..." You started, "Good job during the game." You cringed at how you sounded, you weren't the best at encouraging people, especially since you didn't really grow up with encouragement from others. You watched, curious, as his cheeks flushed and he stuttered out a 'thanks'. You nodded at him stiffly, proud that you managed to get the message across to him. 

        Your moment of serenity was short-lived when you heard a shout of you current name. "Kankucho! There you are~ I couldn't find you for a while." Your head whipped to the side, and in that moment you made a decision that would determine if your sanity would live to see another day. 

        You bolted down the hallway. 

...

        After weaving through hallways for a while, you finally manage to lose Shido. You slowed to a jog, approaching the training room doors. The door opened smoothly, and you relished in the feeling of stepping back onto the field. Everything was great until your mood soured considerably, and by the looks of it, the other boy's mood seemed to be ruined just as much by your presence.

        You narrowed your eyes before blinking cartoonishly at Rin. "What are you doing?" As you asked, and the boy proceeded to switch his position to a more comfortable stretching movement.

        "What does it look like, you moron? I'm doing yoga." You moved to stand closer to him, so that you were standing in front of him. His greenish teal eyes glanced up at you before returning to focus on what he was doing, and you couldn't help but observe the way his muscles flexed at the movement. Why the heck is he so muscular? You quickly focused back on your original question, shaking your head.

        "Well, yeah, I know that. I'm not blind." You sassily quipped at the boy. "I just didn't expect someone like you to do..." You cartoonishly waved your hands around, "Yoga." Rin didn't respond, only glaring at you from where he was kneeling on the ground. 

        "I don't care what you think, but I do care that you're interrupting me." His hair slightly shifted as he tilted his head up at you. "Just pass on your lukewarm a--"

        It happened quickly--one moment Rin was on the ground, and the next moment he was pulled up, slightly off the ground, your hand gripping the front of his shirt. You narrowed your eyes at him as you slightly crouched. "Okay, Mr. I'm-better-than-everyone-else. If I'm so lukewarm, then why don't you teach me how to do your stupid yoga?" 

        Rin stared into your eyes for a few seconds before he grit his teeth, one of his hands coming up to grab your wrist, yanking your hand off him. "Fine. Go get another mat." 

        Kankucho-1, Rin-zero.

        Minutes later, you found yourself cursing your hot-headedness when it came to Itosh Rin. How the heck does he do this every day? Your arms shook as you struggled to hold the rest of your body up in a compromising position, sweat dripping down your neck as your body screamed at you to stop moving it in ways it didn't want to. You glanced at Rin, turning as white as a sheet as he proceeded to lift his legs off the ground and transition into a handstand position. Rin had removed his shirt once he began focusing, and you had shifted your mat away a bit to give him space. 

        (Yes, you respect people's personal space bubbles.)

        Suddenly, your arms gave out and your chin hit the ground, your teeth clicking together. That's going to leave a bruise. Lifting yourself up, you could already feel Rin's stare of disappointment. You sighed.        

        "Go ahead and say it already."

        "I expected nothing, but I'm still disappointed." His words didn't hurt. Actually, you really didn't care. Oddly enough, no matter how hard you tried as a child, you could never do yoga. You figured it was the unlucky 'skill' in your life, as no matter how hard you tried, you could never balance your body correctly. No one ever tried to help you, either.

        Now that you thought about it, it was kind of heartbreaking. Not one person, including your parents (even though they were supportive), ever stopped to help you with anything or ask how you were doing. At first, it hurt your little heart that no one was ever genuinely there for you, to catch you when you fell. Everyone simply expected you to always stay climbing upwards, and it was hard, especially when your hands slipped off the ledges for you to grab, and not one person reached out their hand to steady you. (That is, until you met [best friend].) That's why you always told yourself that you were better, that you were talented, and you had luck on your side. 

        In order keep yourself from slipping into despair, you essentially lied to yourself, telling yourself that you were okay. 

        You blinked back to reality when you realized Rin had shifted slightly closer to you. He observed the way your body was splayed out in the new position you were trying at before instructing you to move your arms farther apart. You did as you were told, and you immediately regained fifty percent of your balance. The boy huffed before turning back to focus on himself, and you wondered if you should thank him. 

        You thought back to all the times he had insulted you straight to your face, and the word lukewarm buzzed around in your head like an annoying fly. Your face turned blank, nah, he doesn't really deserve my thanks.

        But still, you couldn't help but feel slightly more comfortable after he had helped you. Yeah, I'm never going to tell him that his advice helped. Lukewarm-for-brains, football obsessed brother-complex boy.

secrets:

Tokimitsu thought your blank smile was kind of cute.

Shido thinks he may have some sort of crush on you.

Rin would never admit it, but he found your presence quite relaxing. It made him feel less alone.

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[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 4: first selection

   "The first selection will begin between you, the fifty-five players of the fifth stratum... Consisting of a round robin with the five teams within it. When all is done, only the top two teams will advance to the second selection."

        Your eyes flickered around the room. Only the top two teams, huh? That probably won't be too difficult. You raised your hands behind your head, yawning and stretching your arms. Ego's lectures really did make you tired. You listened as bowl cut began to break down the sport of football to its core.

        "Throw out what you think of as 'common sense'. Reject it." You clenched your fist. Your heart began to beat faster as your face began to shadow. 

        You sprinted with the ball, your legs carrying you as fast as they could towards the goal. You watched as your opponents rushed toward you, trying to defend against you, trying to take the ball from you. 

        "And cram this mentality deep down into those brains of yours." A teammate to your right and a teammate to your left rushed up next to you, shouting for you to pass. If you passed, you would surely win the match. You panted, the feeling of adrenaline shooting through you as your legs pumped faster, closer to the goal. You swerved around players, kicking the ball over a defender's head before trapping it, moving out of another player's line of sight. 

"The most important thing for Japan to become the best country in the world..." You were so much closer to the goal now, so close you could already hear the screams of victory from the people in the stands.

   "Is not 'the teamwork between eleven players'." It was a one-on-one with the goalie now. His eyes shifted from right to left, watching your body for any sign or indication of where you were going to shoot. Another enemy player speedily blocked your path to a direct shot, and you quickly calculated for a different outcome. One of your own teammates ran to guard the opposing player, and that's when you saw it. Something growled in you, and your eyes pulsed with even clearer vision. You reeled your [right/left] foot back, preparing to shoot. 

    "It is to have a hero among them." Your foot came into contact with the ball, and the ball shot between both your teammate and the opposing player's legs. It flew past the goalkeeper's head, and his look of shock was nothing compared to the victory you could feel running through your veins.

You could feel it pulsing through you, the feeling flowing through your system. Ah, you thought, smirking widely, I really can't wait to truly know that feeling of victory.

...

        Your first game went by quickly. Rin practically carried the team, oh so generously enlightening you all that you were all 'lukewarm, second-rate strikers'. You couldn't help but feel targeted when his eyes lingered on you during his villain speech. 

        You stepped through the doors and onto the field, observing your new opponents, and--Wait, holy crap, does that guy have antennas? Your eyes practically sparkled, and noticing your newfound vigor, Aryu approached you with his own stylish sparkle. The rest of the team could only watch as you both jumped around, exploding with shiny sparkles. They all sweat dropped. How stylish.

You were a starter on the field, along with Rin, Aryu, Tokimitsu, and some other guys. You were playing as a defender, which you honestly didn't mind. Rin, obviously, was center forward. You really didn't know what positions anyone else was playing in, you had slightly zoned out after you learned what your position was. 

        Blinking back to reality, you looked up when the whistle blew, initiating the beginning of the game. Immediately, Rin took possession of the ball and pushed forward, weaving in between players quickly. You watched in a trance--you couldn't help it, he looked so beautiful when he played--as he juked out a player. He moved closer to the goal, and at that moment antennae boy moved in to block him. They both moved, one to stop the ball and one to keep it moving, and you couldn't help but flicker your eyes to the antennae-hair boy's mouth as it moved to form words. You watched as Rin seemed to be irked about what he had said, and before you knew it, Rin had moved around him, shooting the ball into the goal.

        Despite not doing anything, you found yourself cheering along with your team. Hesitating, you decided to approach the younger Itoshi brother, grinning at him before exclaiming, "Nice job out there, Rin! You really are--"

        "Shut up, all of you," he interrupted you, and your heart sped up when you noticed something monstrous forming behind him. "I don't need any of your help, all you need to do is defend. I'll finish this game quickly, and we'll move on. I don't need any of you, especially when all you are to me is just a bunch of lukewarm posers." 

        The words echoed in your head as you stared at him. Your vision darkened, and all you could see was Itoshi Rin and his monster. Sweat dripped down the side of your neck and your pupils dilated.

        "Is lukewarm the only insult you have?" You couldn't see it, but your eyes seemed to have an eerie glow to them as you stared down the younger boy. Rin tilted his head back, rotating his body towards you and opened his mouth to speak. "Because if it is, then that's pretty lukewarm." 

        Rin's mouth closed, and his eyes widened in surprise before he quickly recovered, simply turning around and moving towards the center of the field. You could hear a faint growl come from inside you, and you grinned. You could feel it, your blood rushing through your veins, and your head began to spin with adrenaline. Ah, I want to score.

When the game resumed, one of the opposing team's players took possession of the ball and quickly passed it to antennae boy. Tokimitsu quickly covered him, managing to kick the ball away. Rin bolted towards the ball, but you were faster. Moments before he touched the ball, you caught it with your foot, speeding past him. You loved the feeling of your lungs burning and your legs aching. It's amazing, you thought while you easily maneuvered around one of the players, this feeling. Another player approached you, and you thought back to Bachira's dribbling technique.

        You speedily dribbled the ball back and forth between your legs, before quickly kicking it through his legs, moving forwards. You were almost to the goal now, and you glanced to your left, noticing both Aryu and Rin as they moved closer to you. Your eyes hardened. As if I'd pass the ball to any of you. It's mine. 

You moved your dominant foot back, preparing to shoot, and you felt an ominous presence behind you.

        "Well, lookie here~ It looks like there's another crazy monster on this field besides me!" The boy psychotically grinned, and you chuckled to yourself. 

        "I knew you'd come." Before you shot, you trapped the ball, tossing it up into the air before jumping into the air. You spun one-eighty degrees in the air, reeling your foot back, and you kicked. The ball hit the top right corner of the net, and once you landed, you grinned. The screen dinged, indicating another point for your team. Sweat dripped down your face and neck, but you weren't able to wipe it because an arm slung around your neck.

        "I like you. That was a pretty cool trick you did there--the name's Ryusei Shido." Antennae boy grinned, and you introduced yourself. "Why don't you give me your number?"

        You looked over your shoulder at Rin before smirking at Shido. "You'll have to stop me from scoring first." With that, you shrugged his arm off you, and he could only watch with a dropped jaw as you approached your teammate.

        Rin didn't glance at you when you approached him, and you didn't glance at him when you passed him, only speaking, "How's that for lukewarm, Itoshi?" 

        Rin didn't stop to stare at you, but his next words made you pause. "From now on, you're my rival." An accomplished feeling bloomed in your chest, and you smiled.

        "But you're still lukewarm." You groaned.

        Your team won. Shido didn't stop you from scoring.

...

        Ego Jinpachi stared at the video of your team's game. Normally, he wouldn't be so intent on a single player, but [best friend] Kankucho was a different case. He watched as you trapped the ball, before spinning mid-air and shooting. For the first time in a while, Ego found himself wondering, Is it even possible to jump that high? 

        Ego called over Anri, and she moved towards him quickly. "Pull up the status files on [best friend] Kankucho." She quickly nodded, humming as she typed on her device. After a minute or two, she handed her device to him. 

        Ego needed to know more about you, because whoever you were, you were a complete monster with the potential to become the best striker in the world. 

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[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 3: monster

Another chaired screeched across from you as the boy who had spoken sat down. You broke your intense focus for a moment before you were practically blinded by the bright colored hair than invaded your sight. 

        Purple, you stared, his hair is purple. Noticing your gaze, the boy grinned, and you noticed an inquisitive glint in his eyes. "Who's this, Nagi? Y'know 'im?" The boy--who you dubbed as 'Purple'--shifted his attention to the boy sitting beside you. You followed his gaze, being blinded again by the white mop of hair that was laying on the table. The boy in question shuffled a bit before lifting his head up to answer Purple. 

        "No, don't know 'im, just thought he seemed pretty chill. I want to eat in peace, not with a bunch of rowdy players."  The boy, who was now dubbed (you guessed it) White (even though you knew his name), responded before shifting his head towards you. Brown eyes stared at you, and you got the same shivering feeling you had when the boy sitting on the ground stared at you from across the room during the beginning of Blue Lock. 

        You wondered why the stare felt so familiar, before almost face-palming when you realized that they're the same guy. You blankly sat in your seat, your eyes zoning out as you subconsciously lifted your food to your mouth. Why would he choose to sit with me when there is literally an empty table right next to the one I'm sitting at? What a drag. You watched as Purple proceeded to banter with White about not eating his food, and White simply whined at Purple before plopping his head face first onto the table. You couldn't help but chuckle, and both boys' heads turned to you immediately.

        The white-haired boy stared at your food as his cheek rested on the table before making eye contact with you. He seemed to be debating about asking you something, and you heard Purple sigh from across the table.

        "Nagi, please don't--"

        "Hey, can I have some of your food?"

        After hearing his words, your eye twitched. He seriously took that long to ask me a question about my food? Besides, why can't he eat his own food? You observed his food tray before you were struck by lightning. His food is literally the same as mine. Why the heck would he want my food? You could feel the same unnerving stare drilling into the side of your head while Nagi awaited your answer, and you swear he scooted his chair closer to yours. Sweat began to drip down the side of your head as you contemplated your decision. 

        Sighing, you finally gave in to his stare, and turned to face him. "Okay, but only some--I'm still really hungry." Immediately after hearing your words, the boy brightened up and turned to look at his friend. 

        "Did you hear that, Reo? He said yes." Nagi blankly stated, but for some reason you could see an imaginary tail wagging in excitement. Purple, who was apparently Reo, looked at you apologetically. You simply grinned at him, and he blinked in surprise, the tips of his ears dusting red. You were about to greet him (because you hadn't while you were angry that people had disturbed you and your food) before Nagi's voice spoke up.

        "Hey," he tapped your hand with his pointer finger, "feed me." You blanked out. 

        "Nagi!" 

        "Oh, boo, Reo, he hasn't said no yet."

...

            After you malfunctioned during lunch, Aryu came to your rescue, mentioning something about hair care before dragging you off to your shared room. You thanked him as he dragged you out of the room, holding your wrist.

        He turned to you before flipping his hair behind himself, "You're welcome." He hummed, and you deadpanned.

        For some reason, the walk back to your room seemed like it took forever. 

        "Y'know, you weren't looking very stylish earlier~" Aryu teased, and you groaned.

        "Thanks." You sarcastically quipped back as you both entered your room, and he snorted at your attitude before leaving to his sleeping bag. There wasn't much to do for the afternoon, so you proceeded to converse with Tokimitsu about different football plays. 

        "[name]-[name], have you ever done a bicycle kick during a match to score a point?" You hummed. You had heard of it before--it seemed easy enough.

        "Nah, but I bet I could. Have you?" You watched as the boy began shining like the sun, going on a rant about his football experiences on his high school team. An annoyed huff came from the sleeping bag next to yours, and you watched as Rin stood up and walked out the door, not sparing you a glance. You wondered where he was going. Nodding to yourself, you decided the next time he got up to leave, you'd go with him. 

...

        After spending a couple more hours attempting to entertain yourself by exploring Blue Lock (you got lost), you finally arrived back at your room, entering it again. Your friends and the other boys greeted you; Rin merely spared you a glance before going back to whatever he was doing. You groaned before deciding, I'm just going to go train. Yes, you were spontaneous like that.

...

       The moment you stepped through the door to the training room, you were greeted with the words, "Because inside me, there is a monster lurking."

        Yeah, no. You immediately did a 180, about to leave the room when a voice called out, "Hey, wait!"

        (Curse your spontaneous decision-making brain.)

        You did another 180, raising a brow at the blue-eyed boy who had just called out to you. The boy hesitated for a moment before stating, "We don't have to use the whole field, so you can practice if you want." Next to him, the monster boy hummed, his yellow highlights swaying as he tilted his head at you. 

        "Hey, Isagi, why don't we ask him to play with us~?" He hummed, and Isagi glanced at you. You simply shrugged your shoulders before approaching them. Once you got closer, both boys' eyes shifted to the number tag on your sleeve.

        "Eh, wait, you're ranked the same as--" Isagi exclaimed, before letting out an 'oof' when the other boy slung an arm around his shoulders. Bachira only grinned at Isagi, and the bumblebee boy chuckled knowingly. You wondered what he thought was so funny. 

        "Nice to meet 'cha! I'm Bachira Meguru, and this is Isagi Yoichi." You smiled at them in return before you introduced yourself.

        "Kankucho [best friend]." 

        Both boys grinned at you before Bachira grinned. "Kankucho, let's play a 1v1 match. Isagi, you can ref." Isagi simply nodded before stepping back. I guess I really don't have a choice, you concluded as you stared at Bachira's grin. He stood in position, and Isagi called for the 1v1 to start. 

        Bachira kicked the ball forward, and you were suprised by how quickly he dribbled around you. Quickly, you caught up to him, and he smiled at you. "You're pretty fast!"

        You faced him and watched as he used another one of his dribbling techniques, but instead of being surprised, you grinned, your eyes squinting as you read his movements. The moment he moved his right foot forward, you slid your left foot towards the ball, and skillfully maneuvered it between his legs before you sprinted down the field as fast you could. You were already a few paces ahead of the boy and once you had arrived at the goal, you kicked the ball towards it, scoring. 

        Turning around, you grinned at the panting Bachira and wide-eyed Isagi before sighing to yourself. Now I want to sleep. You were broken out of your stupor when Bachira practically tackled you. You planted your feet in the ground, somehow managing to stop yourself and the small boy from falling to the ground. Isagi jogged up to you, grinning, "That was pretty good, Kankucho." 

        "Thanks." You hummed before ruffling Bachira's hair. You turned towards the door, tilting your head back to smile at both of them. "Let's play again soon. I can't wait to see how you both become stronger." 

        It wasn't an if statement, both boys realized as they watched your back disappear behind the closed door. You were confident you would see them again, and they weren't about to let you down.

...

        The next morning, you woke up to Ego's drawling voice. "Are you enjoying your life at Blue Lock?" You stood up, moving to stand next Rin as you watch the big screen display Ego's obnoxious haircut once again. The man continued. "Let's talk about Blue Lock now. The facility is arranged into five different strata. We have twenty-five teams, ranging from B to Z." You zoned out as Ego announced how many players were left in Blue Lock. You observed your number but saw that it hadn't changed. You glanced at Rin's tag and sighed internally. Of course, he's ranked the highest out of our team.

        You zoned back in when Ego announced, "Let the first selection begin."

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[They called it talent; you called it luck. They called you a prodigy, but all you could think of yourself as was a poser.] You really didn't know why you chose to replace your friend at this 'ultimate' football project--perhaps it was out of pity for his injury. He had told you you'd have no trouble--I mean, after all, you were better than everyone at everything you did.

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chapter 2: lucky

      Ever since you were little, you felt as if you were lucky. You were born into a supportive family and stayed an only child throughout your life. People seemed to flock around you, all interested in what you could do or what you wanted to do. It was annoying. As you grew older, your perspective of the world changed from pretty pink rainbows to gloomy gray clouds.  The masks people wore began to melt off and their true expressions were revealed. It was disgusting. No one really cared for your own health or well-being; they only wanted you for one thing: your talent.

        When you were young, you loved to explore and try new things--you know, like a normal child would--and your parents discovered your uncanny ability to adapt to a scenario extremely quickly and come out on top of everyone else. When you were four, you defeated a retired professional chess player in the span of fifteen minutes.

        ("Checkmate." You remember calling as you lined up your queen across from his king. The man had stared at you, bewildered by your skill.)

        When you were five, you picked up a new hobby: sports. It was thrilling--the feeling of sweat pouring down your skin as you pushed yourself to break your limits. You lived for the adrenaline of a game, for the thrill of defeating your opponent. You loved it. You loved it until you didn't.

        When you were five, the new hobby you picked up lost its vibrant color quickly. Your adrenaline was replaced with boredom, and your desire to play was replaced with a hunger for the thrill you once had. You lost interest quickly, and why would you put effort into things you didn't have an interest in? 

        When you were five, you discovered that no one could beat you. No matter what you did, you were better. Maybe it was your ability to adapt quickly and understand what the concept of something was in a matter of seconds, or was it your amazing skills when it came to anything athletic? You didn't care, but others did. 

        They called it talent. You called it luck.

        They called you a prodigy, but all you could think of yourself as was a poser.

...

                The ball bounced off your head and onto the floor, right in front of your feet. What the heck? 

        The screen made a noise, and everyone paused to look at the screen. A mini version of you had popped onto the screen along with 'your' name, Kankucho [best friend]. Despite the current situation, the only thing running through your head was 'dang, do I really look that ugly?'. You shuffled a bit, placing your right foot on top of the football, rolling it back and forth under your bare foot. 

        "Prepare, and attack. This isn't your average game of 'tag'." Ego announced. You observed everyone around you--everyone was staring at you warily, watching you for any sudden movements you might make. Dribbling the ball forward a bit, you stood in the center of everyone. Normally, you'd just wait until the timer ran out and head home, but you knew you couldn't. Your first reason was simple, [best friend] would beat you up, and your second reason--well, honestly, you didn't really have a second reason. Now that you thought about it, it was kind of disappointing.

        You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes before you opened them, grinning maliciously. "Who's going to be my target today?" As you said this, you took a few steps back before you began running towards the ball. Right before your [right/left] foot made contact with the ball, you swooped it around the front, rotating your body slightly before you used the back of your heel to hit the ball backwards. 

        An 'oof' sounded from behind you, and you smirked. The screen pinged, notifying everyone that someone else was now 'it'. You stepped back from the ruckus made by everyone else and sat down in the back corner of the room, watching as people scrambled around. Wow, I really hope there are better players in Blue Lock than the ones in this room. You sighed, staring disappointedly. You were already bored, which wasn't really surprising, but a kid could hope. 

        After a series of kicks, dodges, and "epic football moves", no progress was made. The timer read thirty seconds, and you watched as the ball rolled into an open area of the room. You wondered for a second, was anyone going to do--your eyes widened in surprise when a blur of black sped past your eyes, and before you could process it, the screen name changed to Itoshi Rin. Apparently, his name was popular as chorus of shouts rose up as a reaction.

        "Itoshi? Like, Itoshi Sae?"

        "No way! Could he be related to Itoshi Sae?"

        "That must be so cool, having a football star as your brother!"

        The person to state the last exclamation had no time to react before he was slammed in the face with the football. Immediately after, a beep resounded through the room, indicating that the boy was disqualified from Blue Lock. A cold voice filled the room.

        "Don't ever relate me to my disgusting brother." The boy, Rin, glared. "I don't have time for any of your lukewarm fanboy behavior or your crappy skills. I'm here for one thing only, to defeat my brother in the U-20 World Cup." 

        You stared at him for a few seconds before blanking. Lukewarm? The heck's up with him? You shifted around, not caring enough to actually acknowledge him, before a realization hit you.  Wait, I didn't know I was going to have to play in the World Cup?

...

        You officially hated testing. You sprinted on the treadmill, sweating buckets. It had been a few days since the beginning of Blue Lock, and you were already regretting your life decisions. You glanced to your left, watching as your new acquaintance's hair flowed behind him while he sprinted. You had recently befriended Jyubei Aryu, who had approached you, asking about your hair care routine. At first you found his idea of conversation starters strange, but quickly adapted when you realized this might be an easy chance at making a friend. After you had told him what hair products you used--you were pretty lucky to have remembered--you quickly became friends. 

        The other boy you had met was Aoshi Tokimitsu, and wow, he was one nervous cinnamon roll. You slightly felt bad for him when he couldn't stop stuttering when he first talked to you, but he eased up after a couple of days. Anyways, the question at hand was why does the lukewarm brother-complex boy keep staring at you? 

        He's still staring, you observed as you completed the jumping test. It was quite awkward when he moved next to you to complete the jumping test. It got to a point where you couldn't take it anymore, and your eye twitched as you whipped your head to look at him. 

        "Why are you staring at me?" You huffed, your eyes narrowing to slits. 

        "I'm wondering how someone as lukewarm as you could have possibly been invited to participate in this program." He responded curtly, glaring at you. You stared at him for a few seconds, the wheels in your brain turning slowly as you processed what he said. 

        "That's it?" You blandly asked, and he nodded, oblivious to your attitude.

        "That's it."

        After completing your test, you turned around and walked away. You couldn't deal with this right now, especially not while you were hungry.

...

        You walked into the lunchroom, surprised at the amount of people you saw. Scanning your tag on the food dispenser, you collected your food and walked to an empty table. Normally, you'd go sit with Aryu and Tokimitsu, but right now you weren't feeling the whole 'interacting with people' vibe. Also, you couldn't find them.

        You quietly ate your food in peace, savoring the taste. You could practically hear your stomach thanking you for the food after all of that rigorous training. You munched quickly, trying to eat as much as you could while also trying to avoid eating it all so quickly. Everything was going great until a tray was placed right next to yours and someone pulled out the chair, sitting down next to you. 

        "Eh? Nagi? Why are you sitting over there?" 

        Seriously?

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-> masterlist

chapter 1: poser (pilot)

chapter 2: lucky

chapter 3: monster

chapter 4: first selection

chapter 5: yoga

chapter 6: villain

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POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 1: poser (pilot)

✎

Honestly, you really didn’t know why you were here. If you were to ask any of the other two hundred and ninety-nine boys in the same room as you, they could probably give you a pretty accurate answer of why they were there. You stared at the lanky man standing on the stage in front of you all, scrunching your nose in distaste.

        His hair needs some work, was the conclusion you came up with as you observed his awful bowl cut. The man kept ranting about football things you really didn’t care about—something about becoming the best striker in the world and being the last man standing. Thinking back, you remembered how you got into this situation in the first place.

        “Play for me, [name].” You stared blankly at your best friend of many years, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Your eyes drifted up and down his form, observing his body language for any sign he was joking around. He wasn’t.

        “And why exactly would I do that?” You raised a brow at him. “You know I could care less about football.” You raised your hand to your head, scratching it in a spot that had been itching for a while now.

        “Well, yeah, I know that… But, please hear me out, [name]!” [best friend] begged. Your eyes shifted to his expression, and you sighed, urging him to go on. “This… This is my dream! To become the best striker in the world, I’ve been working hard all my years of high school.” You couldn’t help but feel like he was being a bit overdramatic. “But…I can’t fulfill it anymore.” You knew why: just a day after he had gotten the letter, [best friend] had overworked himself and tore his ACL.

        You gripped the letter in your hand. “Even if I agree to this, how am I supposed to get by as you?” You questioned your friend, and he grinned.

        “Well, remember how people always believed me and you were twins?”

        You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah…” [best friend] smirked at your response.

        “Well, all you need is a few touch ups, and then you’ll be me!” You deadpanned, staring at him in disbelief. It’s not that easy, you groaned at his naiveness. You hesitated, taking a step back as [best friend] noticed your expression.

        “Please, [name], this is my dream, and whether I accomplish it or not, I don’t want it to go to waste. Do it for me?” You gave in the moment you saw tears in his eyes.

        You shook off the memory, glancing around at all the boys surrounding you. Your [e/c] eyes shifted, making contact with brown ones from across the room. The boy was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall with a video game console in his hands. You quickly shifted your eyes away, but you could still feel his stare on the back of your head.

        You decided to tune back in to the bowl-cut man standing in front of the huge doors. Man, can’t we just move on already? My legs are cramping up from standing here.

        Fortunately, your wishes were granted as the tall man—his name was Ego, how ironic—grinned at you all, announcing, “If you desire that rebellious egoism, then step through the gate!”

        Finally, you cheered to yourself before you took a step forward, and then another, until you were bolting through the crowd of people. I hope there’s somewhere to lie down when I get inside, you hummed to yourself as people jumped out of your way. You turned your head to the side, making eye contact with bright blue eyes. You sped past him, and you could faintly register his footsteps behind you as he sprinted after you.

…

        You were lost, you finally concluded, sighing at your own idiocy. After that pretty lady—what was her name again? —handed you your number, you completely zoned out, waddling around randomly. You huffed as you turned right at a corner, observing the corridor for any doors with your number labeled on them, brightening when you saw a glimpse of the letter you were looking for.

        Once you had approached the door, you tried your best to open the door quietly, only for it to screech when you opened it wide enough to step inside the room.

        Your eyes were met with a variety of different faces that all stared at you blankly. You stared back. “Well…” You glanced at the big screen with the giant egg headed man staring at you. “This is awkward.” You awkwardly shuffled to one of the lockers, opening one next to a tall boy with (emo looking) dark hair and bright green eyes. He side-eyed you for a second before stepping away.

        Am I that unpleasant to be around? You questioned your own worth as you quickly finished changing. Once you were done, you turned around with an expressionless face, only for the screen to switch slides as Ego declared, “Now, let’s play tag.” Before you knew it, a football had dropped straight onto your head.

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[They called it talent; you called it luck. They called you a prodigy, but all you could think of yourself as was a poser.] You really didn't know why you chose to replace your friend at this 'ultimate' football project--perhaps it was out of pity for his injury. He had told you you'd have no trouble--I mean, after all, you were better than everyone at everything you did.

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✧.* gender neutral reader: able to be read by male readers, female readers, or other genders

✧.* page count: 340

✧.* follows: manga

✧.* plot progress: phase one of blue lock - completed, phase two of blue lock - just begun/on hold

✧.* word count: 120,362

✧.* reads/views: 324,034 [increases daily]

✧.* current platform: quotev [considering posting to tumblr]

✧.* current status - on hold, continued: n/a [reasons revealed in NOTE]

[boolittlebean]

↳ ❝ [POSER] ¡! ❞

[They called it talent; you called it luck. They called you a prodigy, but all you could think of yourself as was a poser.] You really didn't know why you chose to replace your friend at this 'ultimate' football project--perhaps it was out of pity for his injury. He had told you you'd have no trouble--I mean, after all, you were better than everyone at everything you did.

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✧.* gender neutral reader: able to be read by male readers, female readers, or other genders

✧.* page count: [changes with updates]

✧.* follows: manga

✧.* plot progress: phase one of blue lock - completed, phase two of blue lock - ongoing

✧.* word count: [changes with updates]

✧.* reads/views: over 500,000

✧.* current platform: quotev, tumblr

✧.* current status - continued [updates whenever]

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