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A blue lock story <3 - PROLOGUE

Welcome to the Sundae Teens Club!

summary. when one night experience turns into many (pause), and somehow some international students mix with the infamous blue lock

content. fluff, humor, immaturity, possible suggestiveness but probably not, fun, kids being kids

other. Intended to be black reader coded, however some parts will also be POC friendly for the most part :)

enjoy! and feedback would be appreciated ^^

In all honesty, you had no idea what the hell you were doing in Japan.

And you certainly had no idea how the initial, seemingly boring night your group of friends had to endure for a couple bucks transitioned to actively mingling with supposedly egotistical, surprisingly friendly, absurdly famous, jaw-droppingly attractive— like why were some of them prettier than you??— extremely popular LOSERS, which yes, is a defense mechanism because why would you feed into the egos of some wack teenage boys?

Did you mention that they were incredibly attractive?

Yeah.

Now sandwiched in a car amongst a mix of droopy-eyed teenagers with excitement radiating through the others, you, having lost some of your friends to the other vehicles, had your mind wandered back to the past to distract from the presence of the boys talking amongst themselves, some while sneaking (non-weird, I promise) glances at your relaxed figure.

As you looked out into the busy night, you had to ask yourself…

Where did this all even come from??

The week before…

Anri had a problem.

She knew what she signed up for with the whole Blue Lock project—heck she was even the one to develop the original concept herself, fighting tooth and nail to even receive a mere maybe from the inconspicuous higher ups in the company.

However, maybe the guilt of participating in Ego’s manic psychological battle grounds had brought her to this idea.

They were boys. Certainly reckless and nonsensical at times, but at the end of the day, they became exhausted like every other human being, in need of a break even for one day.

Anri thought so.

She had been observing their progress per usual, which was exceptional, though not surprising considering their environment, however, she knew that emotional burnout wasn't something that could be always visually recorded.

Half of them reveled in an “emo” like state as any child going through puberty, so it was hard to tell the stability of their emotional state.

But in generally being contained in a prison circulating this air of competitive egoistical-gusts of puberty air certainly wrinkled her nose at the sour scent, giving her a good idea of what was going on.

And yes they all had each other, but for god’s sake, they were all still kids in need of PROPER, non-transactional, socialization!

…which was why she opened a little project of her own in secret (somehow it slipped past Ego’s nose, or perhaps he simply didn’t care enough to question her growing eye bags that started to rival his own) where she researched the most engaging place for teens to attend. Japan had a lot to offer.

But, in digging through each of their personal records, Anri realized that their differences in interests would be hard to concentrate in a simple arcade or eating spot.

Sighing at the lack of options, she kept looking for weeks, even having to resort to slipping some sly questions to the masters, who happened to be just as lost as her (or were yapping too much about one of their players to pay attention).

First came Manshine City.

Chris Prince had been too busy with his half-naked water-promoting photoshoot (what the hell..) to pay attention, of which he had tried to harass Chigiri into participating, claiming he needed a “unique” aspect to draw people in (adamantly ignoring Reo’s persistent suggestions that he could participate instead).

There was no use in bothering Nagi, of whom seemed to fall asleep in the most random places—like how does one sleep on top of the high bars (gym equipment)??

Agi was too busy zoning out on him, whether in disappointment at his lack of productivity, or questioning his life.

Anri didn’t know.

Then, regrettably, came Barcha.

Lavinho was especially flirty, not to say that she wasn’t flattered, but the conversation soon died and his attention became concentrated in a back-and-forth talk with Bachira about his “monster” and the morbid concept Ego came up with as our “devouring one another,” but the way that it was being talked about seemed a lot more like cannibalism in a way.

She’d…pass on that interaction.

There was also no need to even wait for Otoya to make another sly joke about her being a sugar mama or whatever he said last time... Anri shivered grimly at the thought.

After that strange encounter, Anri believed it was best to go somewhere…calmer.

At PXG…

Loki was scarily mature for his age, seemingly having real interest in the conversation Anri proposed between training Charles and delivering his short quips to aggravate Rin (?).

She admired his ability to focus amongst a chaotic environment, but there were many instances that made her believe that he wasn’t actually as far off of their level of insanity as he appeared to be… just weird.

Additionally, his suggestions of fine dining and dessert tastings were too calm for what she was looking for.

Noa was… nevermind.

Finally, Snuffy— oh thank God for Snuffy— actually tried to help as much as he could but cultural barriers stood in the way, so Anri was left on her own.

To be honest, she just didn’t want to see what the context was behind Don Lorenzo woofing maniacally in the playback room, which was followed by a series of glass shattering, a concerned but an otherwise passive glance from Snuffy (does he expect this?), and the literal angry roars emitting from the one and only Barou King Shoei.

There wasn’t even a use in bothering Ego about it. She wasn’t even sure if he was aware what socializing was, or if he even engaged in it past yapping on a virtual screen 24/7 (what did he even do before Blue Lock??).

So, Anri was left on her own to continue looking for weeks as the end of the NEL approached (she knew time was running out!).

On one night of scrolling on the internet in the dark chambers of Ego’s lair—of which he was absent for some reason, Anri sat, bundled up in her little desk on the right of Ego’s setup, incredibly bored.

For the past hour, she’d been sipping her half empty caramel latte she threw together (sugar = energy in her mind, and it was close enough to bubble tea and her brain was too fried to differentiate between the two), all of which was essential to continue her search.

She resorted to scrolling on a news site, not sure what to expect, but anything was better than sitting around doing useless scrolling (beating the doomscrolling allegations fr fr).

Unfortunately, that too, was a dead end with nothing worthy of appealing to the differing interests of the Blue Lock boys.

To top it off, she accidentally clicked the x on the right side of her screen, losing the multiple saved tabs she found earlier that seemed semi-interesting.

Great…

At this point, Anri was practically vibrating in frustration, her fingers digging into her computer mouse to reluctantly open up the tab, swearing to herself that she’d give up in the next 5 minutes to save the few hours of sleep she could somewhat wiggle into her schedule before it was time to work again.

And then, she saw it.

Anri perked up at the sight of an article on the main web browser: a teens club (yk the Disney kind such as in Let it Shine)?

She immediately preened at her findings, straightening her posture to lean closer to her laptop, freeing herself from the blanket cocoon that preserved her warmth in the chilly office air.

Her eyes scanned each line of the detailed account: a once failing business had attracted the attention of some foreign exchange students that had been attending a STEM high school program in a neighboring city, turning it into a nightlife teen paradise!

The cherry on top was that the entire thing was hosted by the young girls (maybe she was a little biased, but she loved the pop songs from the newer generation, so she knew that the girls could cook up something good), creating a new hotspot for foreigners and Japanese citizens alike.

Yes!!!

Scrolling further on the website, she eagerly read more about them: the school wanted to utilize their new designs somewhere, and when coming across a sad karaoke club going bankrupt, the girls begged their school to invest in it, which they happily agreed to.

Not only did they appear to be ambitious— her analytical mind taking over—but also exactly the kind of talent that could positively intermingle with the boys at Blue Lock. Jackpot!

Ego couldn’t disagree with this!

When she brought it up to him him next day, he surprisingly had little to comment about it.

The first nonverbal and verbal green light for her to initiate something since they started working together!

Perhaps, it was because he was intently focused on wrapping up monitoring the high intensity training he issued to the Blue Lock boys, seeming to be an experiment he wanted to try before the official matches continued (some extra content that Buratsuta begged asked him to organize.

He actually gave her the green light, which was just him waving his hand behind his head dismissively to cut off her rambling, but not without an indirect threat that if any of the boys slacked off after it, she’d be fired or some shit (as if he could!), which luckily, her buzzing excitement tuned his comment out.

That was a small victory for Anri, but it was nice to finally be heard for her ideas for once.

Later that evening, Ego boredly called for each stratum to meet in the spacious room from early 3rd selection, to where Anri happily delivered the news to every team at once, earning mixed reactions from the boys and the coaches.

Chris Prince beamed at an opportunity for publicity outside of the facility, and Lavinho seemed to have the same idea.

Noa and Snuffy were passive as usual; Noa seeming to not care about the news, only giving a sigh as his reaction.

Otoya in his classic pregnancy stance feigned nonchalance, which genuinely meant nothing good in the books of those that knew him well.

With one sidelong glance beside him, Karasu could tell the white haired boy was stirring up a massive recipe for disaster.

He typically has a certain shift in aura that signified his method of “charging up” his (negative) rizz into his “ninja tactics,” a strategy that he had boasted to Karasu one night of its 100% success rate ignoring the millions aura lost by trying it out on Chigiri in the previous selection since he was “the closest to a girl in the facility.”

Anri was almost subjected to it once, but she swiftly evaded him before his “process” actually initiated.

It was that bad.

However, Anri felt pretty optimistic at the curious glances from some of the star players (which she was glad to see interested in something that doesn’t involve football).

She smiled resolutely and hoped for the best.

Time for some socializing, Blue Lock boys!

The end.

Side note. Although I don’t know how it works yet, please don’t feed my writing into any AI programs or stealing it. Also this chapter doesn’t contain dialogue for the purpose of just being a little summary before the main portion :)

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So you guys can find it!

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now my question is… how the f*** do I find my next obsession 🫩🫩🫩 I’m afraid nothing may match the same intensity or spark same interest after I have already experienced my current ones ?!?!

Thankfully I still have enough material to fuel several pages of fanfics and ramblings.

#Next ship when #dhurandhar #uzair x hamza #basically everyone

"I read Powerless for the plot."

The plot:

#basically everyone #powerless trilogy #kitt azer #kai azer #powerless #reckless #fearless #fearful #powerful #lauren roberts #I CAN'T STOP WATCHING THEM

Day 2

Casual SDV surname headcanons: I don’t feel particularly strongly about these, but it’s fun to think of puns/references. That’s why some have like 300 different ones lol.

The Mullners are all canon. Alex is implied to have taken their name over his father’s. But who knows, perhaps this culture is matrilineal. I’m just operating on patrilineal because that’s the naming convention that is most common where I live.

Abigail, Caroline Pierre: Banks, Smith (like Adam lol), or Marchand

Demetrius and Maru Carver

Robin Birch-Carver

Sebastian: Chambers, Barrow, or Graves

Marlon: Dubois, Arms, or Martin

Gil Ford

Harvey Brown (or Doctor perhaps? Dr. Doctor)

Gus: Hauser, Keller, Koch, or Cortes

Pam and Penny: Porter, Carter/Carriage, Cuthbert, Blythe

Clint: Smith, Kovac/Kowalski, Firestone or Goldschmidt

Gunther: Hill, Leclerc, Grammer, or Lerner

Lewis Lewiston/Lewis (will not be taking suggestions on this)

Emily and Haley: Blume, Schmuck (lol), Jewell, Flitcraft, Lafleur, or (May)field

Kent, Jodi, Sam, and Vincent: Nielsen, Geiger, Reed, or Wagner

Marnie and Shane (can be different): Herdsman, Gulyas, Bird, Chick, Hancock, Egger, or Hogarth

Jas: Damico, Seddik, Vali, Alsaad, or Paz

Leah: Fuchs, Voss, O’Keefe, Dyer, or Clayton

Elliott: Beauregard, Bellamy, Desrosiers, Scrivens, Strand, or Booker

Willy: Fischer, Bass, Seymour, or Delmar