𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 ┅ 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘪. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰. ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚
Years after Blue Lock, the world had finally caught up to what the program promised.
They were no longer “former Blue Lock participants” or “Japan’s golden generation in the making.” They were professional football players, faces plastered across billboards, names chanted in stadiums, contracts worth more than Rin cared to think about.
They had all happened to have a real day off.
No training. No matches. No media obligations. No sponsors breathing down their necks. A miracle of scheduling so rare that Isagi had stared at the group chat for a solid minute before replying is this a scam?
Rin didn’t care. Days off were just… days. He planned to spend it how he always did, quietly, at home, maybe reviewing game footage if he got bored. Minimal talking. Minimal people.
That plan died the second his phone started vibrating at 8:14 a.m.
Isagi: We’re dragging you out today.
Rin stared at the screen, unimpressed.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Bachira: He said NO like that’s an option 🤓
Nagi: I already got dressed… (・ ༝ ・)
Reo: You can’t waste a day off, Rin. That’s illegal.
Karasu: Tokyo’s not gonna walk itself.
Otoya: C’mon, emo king. Touch grass.
The constant vibrating and buzzing hurt his head. Rin turned his phone face-down on the table and went back to sipping his coffee.
Five minutes later, it buzzed again.
This time, it wasn’t the group chat.
You: Morning 💙 did you sleep okay?
Rin’s expression softened instantly, like a switch had been flipped.
He typed back without hesitation.
Rin: Yeah. What about you?
You: Mm, kinda. Sae stole the blanket again when he passed out on the couch last night.
Rin exhaled through his nose, a faint huff of amusement.
Rin: Figures. Dumbass brother.
Before he could reply again, the doorbell rang.
Then quick aggressive pings.
Rin closed his eyes, and scrunched his nose.
“I swear to god,” he muttered, standing up.
When he opened the door, he was met with familiar faces.
Isagi stood front and center, looking way too energetic for this early in the morning. Bachira was already peeking into Rin’s apartment like he owned the place. Nagi leaned against the wall half-asleep, Reo holding his sleeve so he wouldn’t wander off. Karasu checked his phone while Otoya grinned like this was the best day of his life.
“We’re kidnapping you,” Bachira announced cheerfully.
Isagi smiled. “We’re gonna get food.”
An hour later, Rin found himself walking through the streets of Tokyo, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, surrounded by idiots.
They’d started with food, some stupidly popular breakfast place Isagi insisted on trying. The kinda place that made cute faces with their pancakes.
Rin had barely finished eating before Bachira dragged them to a claw machine arcade, claiming it was “training reflexes.”
Nagi fell asleep on a bench while Reo played for him. Otoya flirted with the attendant. Karasu won three plushies and immediately gave one to a blushing fan who recognized him.
Rin stood off to the side, watching.
He wasn’t miserable. Just overstimulated.
Fans recognized them everywhere they went. It’s like these people have never seen football players before.
It seemed like someone’s phone was always out.
“No way-Isagi Yoichi too?”
They were polite about it. Took pictures when they felt like it. Signed autographs. Bachira posed like an idiot every time. Isagi answered earnest questions.
Rin kept it minimal. A nod. A signature, and his sunglasses were back on.
His phone buzzed again in his pocket.
He glanced down as they walked.
You: 😂 I warned you. Should’ve stayed at home with me.
Rin’s thumb hovered over the keyboard.
You: Tell me everything later. Be good 💙
Rin felt something warm settle in his chest.
He slipped his phone away just as Bachira slung an arm around his shoulders.
“Who’re you texting, Rin~?”
“No one,” Rin replied flatly.
Karasu glanced over, eyebrow raised. “You’re smiling.”
Rin stiffened. “I’m not.”
“You totally are,” Isagi said.
Nagi came up from behind him. “He is.”
Rin shoved Bachira and Nagi off him. “Shut up.”
The day dragged on in a blur of places Rin would normally never go.
A bookstore café where Isagi and Karasu argued philosophy while Nagi slept face-down on a table, fork in his hand.
A rooftop observation deck where Otoya tried, and failed, to flirt with a group of American tourists.
A photo booth that Bachira forced them all into, resulting in a strip of cursed images Reo immediately saved.
At some point, Rin realized he’d stopped checking the time.
You: I made dinner plans but Sae might eat everything before you get back.
Rin: Tell him to go eat with his own girlfriend.
You: Sae said she’s with her Highschool friends tonight, and he’s hiding from Shidou.
You: Good luck. He also borrowed your cleats again.
By evening, Rin’s social battery was completely depleted
“I’m going home,” he announced as they exited a shopping district.
Rin glared. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“Too bad,” Karasu said. “We’re starving.”
They ended up at a restaurant Rin definitely would’ve never chosen himself.
White tablecloths. Dim lighting. A view overlooking the city. The kind of place where the menu didn’t have prices.
Years ago, this would’ve stressed them out.
They were seated in a private booth, drinks were served almost immediately.
Otoya leaned back, sighing. “Man…days like this make me think.”
“That’s new,” Karasu replied. Bachira stifled a laugh.
Otoya ignored him. “I’m kinda worried.”
“Never finding a girlfriend.”
Then Bachira’s laugh finally escaped him. “WHAT?”
“I’m serious!” Otoya protested. “I flirt all the time but nothing sticks. It’s like the world hates me.”
Reo hummed thoughtfully. “Relationships are about compatibility.”
Nagi yawned. “Sounds tiring.”
Isagi scratched his cheek. “I mean…I’m seeing someone, but it’s complicated.”
Karasu smirked. “Of course it is.”
Reo smiled. “I’ve dated, but nothing serious recently.”
Nagi blinked. “Does Reo count?”
After all the joking around all eyes slowly shifted to Rin as he stared at his plate.
Karasu leaned forward. “You’re awfully quiet.”
Bachira gasped dramatically. “WAIT.”
Isagi frowned. “Rin…? Don’t tell me you…”
“You have someone,” Otoya said, eyes widening.
Rin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah.”
“WHAT?!” everyone shouted.
“I can’t believe it, you’re the youngest!” Otoya accused.
“And you didn’t tell us?” Isagi said.
Karasu clicked his tongue, “Has our time experiencing hell in Blue Lock mean nothing to you? Our pact of brotherly friendship?”
Reo laughed. “Well, how long?”
“A while,” Rin replied. “A year or two now.”
Karasu smirked. “Ah long-term?”
“This is unfair,” Otoya said.
Bachira leaned over. “You’re hiding her, aren’t you?”
Rin stood up. “We’re done here.”
They didn’t stop teasing him the entire walk back.
Finally, they parted ways and Rin was free to go home.
When he opened the door, the lights were low and dim.
You were already in the bedroom, curled up in bed, hair loose, wearing one of his shirts.
You looked up and smiled. “Hey.”
His chest loosened instantly.
“Sae took a pair of your cleats, the adzuki coloured ones with the white,” you added. “He said he’s borrowing them. Again.”
Rin snorted softly, kicking off his shoes.
You helped him change, listening as he told you everything. The Tokyo streets, the chaos, the dinner confession.
You laughed. “They sound fun.”
“You don’t mind meeting them, right?” Rin asked quietly.
You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Rin… if I befriended your brother, I can do anything.”
He chuckled, rare and soft.
Maybe day offs aren’t so bad.