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Team Blue Lock Eleven, having won their match against Japan's current U-20, were immediately summoned back to the meeting room by Ego after their short-lived victory celebration. The most of them huffed, but decided to ignore the slight annoyance as the fleeting feeling of victory was what was currently running in their veins. The boys jogged on over to the meeting room, with Isagi, Chigiri and Bachira hovering over the newly returned Kunigami.
"That was so sick!" Isagi exclaimed right beside Kunigami, hand on his shoulder, "To think you'd just- Come back like that? As the true wild card?"
Kunigami chuckled, as Isagi kept on blabbering on how impressed he is. Walking down the corridor, Chigiri and Bachira ended up happily joining Isagi in his word vomit of compliments. Kunigami returned the compliments back every time, an awkward feeling on his humble self, but he doesn't mind. In fact, the rather bubbly atmosphere between his first mates in Blue Lock.. He quite missed this.
"Though, I won't lie," Isagi quipped, Kunigami's attention back on him, "I knew you wouldn't just disappear like that. Welcome back, hero." Isagi grinned.
Kunigami nodded, as he tried to smile, but a stuffy pull appeared in his chest instead. Kunigami hears a teammate call Isagi away, and he frowned as Isagi walks on ahead with his little, "I'll go on ahead!"
As Isagi seperated himself from the three, conversations dwindled for a few seconds. Bachira picked it back up, with an interesting question, "Aa~ Man, Kunigami. You've just met him again for an hour or less and you've already fallen?"
Kunigami gave him a questionable stare, but even Chigiri sighed, "Seems like it. Be careful, Kunigami."
Kunigami held up his hands in bewilderment. "Wait," he coughed, "What the hell are you guys talking about?"
Bachira and Chigiri looked at each other, a shared look between the two of them. Kunigami was still confused as hell, but he could piece two-and-two together with then next word that came out of Chigiri's mouth.
"About Isagi. We now have much more rivals than you'd think."
The Blue Lock Eleven and its substitutes, along with Kunigami, are now shuffled into the enclosed meeting altogether. Having achieved victory against Japan's top youth, the room's atmosphere was uplifting, but absolutely none of them had their guard down. This was Blue Lock. Rest remains a miracle- a myth in this place. Dear lord knows what Ego plans on doing.
Hearing a click from the metal door, everyone looked to the right, to see Ego dramatically enter the room with Anri trailing behind. Igaguri basically drooled over, earning two slaps to the back from Karasu and Otoya, Yukimiya chuckling behind them. Ego walked onstage with his ear-piece, microphone on.
"Welcome back, you unpolished gems." His voice echoed the room, the pressure hitting the team as per usual, "As much as I'd like to voice out my thoughts on everything you guys managed to fuck up during the match..." he clicked his tongue as Anri glared at him, "I will say,"
"Congratulations on the win, Blue Lock Eleven."
A haggish yell came from Igaguri, Gagamaru and Raichi, which soon infected the rest of the team. Cheering ranging from silent smirking to throat crushing yells echoed throughout the room. Ego admittedly sighed into his microphone, hiding the ever so miniscule feeling of his proudness. Mirroring the roars in the room, Anri happily claps her hands in excitement, smiles plastered all over her face.
"Alright, stop." Ego muttered out, much louder with his microphone. "I have more news to tell. To celebrate this victory, activities in Blue Lock will be held off for three days."
More cheers erupt,
"And..." Ego sighed, obviously not feeling whatever he had to say next, "Because tomorrow is the 31st of October-"
"Tomorrow! We will have a costume competition first thing in the morning!" Anri announced with a big grin, "We will accommodate multiple costumes backstage, and you will wear your costume for the rest of the day."
Excited cheers come from the team, a good number of hands fisted into the air. Anri happily clasped her hands in joining the mood, as Ego shook his head in disappointment.
Ego mumbled with the baritone voice of his, "By the end of the party, everyone will vote and pick the best costume. Whoever wins, gets these perks."
The screen behind them lit up, and what was listed dropped the jaws of the boys, off to the ground.
[COSTUME WINNER PERK LIST]
1. Any food choice for a week.
2. Any training room can be booked exclusively for an hour for the remaining week.
(Can allow or disallow people to join)
3. Rest time can be extended up to two hours if desired.
4. Phone allowed for a week.
5. Three days outside allowed
[GOOD LUCK]
The enthusiasm and will to win the costume competition flared up nigh and high. Even in the funniest and oddest situations did their ego continue to burn on anyway. Ego coughed yet again into his mic, re-earning the attention he lost.
Anri clapped her hands, "Team Blue Lock Eleven!!"
"Go rest and prepare for tomorrow's festivities!"
To the pain of the Blue Lock boys, the institute's alarm woke them up at the early time of six in the morning. That certainly did not change for today's occasion. Isagi grumbled as he pushed Igaguri's sleeping body away from his own, stretching his limbs. The Blue Lock Eleven were promptly put into a bedroom together, the size of the first team bedroom he shared with Team Z, just slightly larger. To his unfortune, Isagi was put beside Igaguri's ass yet again.
He puffed his cheeks, and wobbled over to Bachira's still-snoring self. Isagi shook Bachira's shoulder around, Bachira not budging at all. Isagi himself couldn't put too much energy into it, still half-asleep. Beside him, he could hear Reo chuckle, if ever so cockily. Isagi would point it out if he had the energy.
"You can't even wake your precious partner up?" Reo taunted, his poor choice of wording reaching quite literally everyone else in the room, yet fell deaf on Isagi's ears. "Heh, watch this. Na-"
Reo was about to reach the white hair, but he jolted up before Reo could even touch his shoulder. Isagi scoffed with amusement. And instead of a defending from Isagi's chuckles, Reo received a blank stare which somewhat resembled a frown.
"...What?"
"Reo." Nagi murmured, bed hair still wild, "Bachira.. Isn't Isagi's precious partner."
Reo twitched his eye. "Why the fuck am I supposed to care."
Reo watched in disappointment as Nagi grasped onto Isagi's hand, and guided it over to Nagi's own hair. In a world of fluffiness, Isagi (still barely awake), began to fluff it out by automatic response. Reo wanted to barf at their public display of touch.
"I'm his true partner."
Reo wanted to comment, perhaps yell on the bullshit his ex-friend was saying, but before he could open his mouth, he opted to dodge the sudden amounts of blankets, pillows and make-shift beds thrown on Nagi's face. Reo stared in horror as Nagi drowned in a (comfortable) stack of bed necessities (and Isagi somehow not getting hit by any).
"Bullshit." The spit and venom came over from the other side of the room- the king himself. Barou had a deeper scowl than usual, the earliness of six a.m. was probably helping with that. "We all know damn well what striker he deserves to partner up with."
Barou turned backwards, and pointed to himself with both arms, all up and confident. "A king!"
"So the rank number one, no?" A just-as-venomous voice snapped into the conversation. Rin stands solemnly on the wall side, Barou already growling at him. "A king who can't even get into top six. Forget that, you didn't even manage the original eleven man lineup with Isagi. Some lukewarm shit you are to claim as his partner."
Barou approached him, menacingly.
"Oh shut the fuck up."
"Make me, you lukewarm king."
Karasu and Otoya immediately tended to the hot-headed shooters, each attempting to block off their efforts to tear each other's feet off. Key word : attempt. Karasu was doing much better than Otoya with his bigger and better build, but both 'kings' had much too big of an ego they could bother stopping. The moment he let go of Barou, so did Otoya with Rin.
Otoya chuckled as Rin and Barou went into a half-fight half-beat up session. "All this over little Isagi? This is very quality morning entertainment."
Karasu laughed as well, but he followed up, "Nah. Even if he's mister ordinary, I get it though."
Otoya raised a brow. "Yeah?"
"I mean, just look at him." Otoya looked over to where Karasu was pointing.
Apparently, the source of this entire mess went back to sleep beside Bachira. Otoya watched as his chest slowly rised and fall, and the slight flutter of his eyelashes whenever Barou and Rin someone in the room was being too loud. He just noticed too how plump his cheeks were, the natural blush that seemed to stay there, and those exposed, white milky thigh-
...
"Hm." Otoya coughed to himself. "Nevermind, I think I'm starting to feel it too. I'll stop before I actually feel weird."
"Right?" Karasu grinned, a much mischievous one, "Mr Ordinary's just. Automatically lewd."
Otoya coughs much louder, "Whoa. Karasu, dude, you're horny as hell. Calm down."
"No, but like. Just imagine," Karasu made gestures with his hand as Otoya goes further in with his out of character coughs, "All~ over his face and thighs, you're just allowed to smear all of your loa-"
"KARASU-SAN!!!" This time, it was Karasu's turn to get blasted by a pair of pillows. Otoya chuckles as Karasu fell down from the impact. Nanase and Hiori were the ones there standing with disappointment. Otoya could only be thankful Barou and Rin were still at each other's necks.
"D-D-Don't talk about Isagi-san like that!" Nanase stuttered with a very big flush on his face. Hiori promptly agrees with a pout. "It's rather rude don'tcha think?"
Yukimiya laughs as he walks into the commotion. "As inappropriate our dear Karasu was," he hummed, "He does has a point."
Nanase frowned, "You too, Yukimiya-san?"
"Well. I'm not saying that I think of Isagi like him," Yukimiya points to a still-amused Karasu on the ground, "But I've been through the model scenes. He would do lovely in clothes that have feminine touches."
This earned a simultaneous agreeing hum from the rest of them. To Yukimiya's amusement, they all immediately tended to their imaginations, making him chuckle.
"The naturally transparent beach top after being splashed by the ocean water... Man, that's a bit.." Nanase bit his nails.
"Comfy casual mixed with skirts. Short skirts maybe, then a walk around the park. That's nice," Hiori mumbled.
"A modern-inspired kimono would be.." Otoya hummed.
"Hot pants in the middle of the city... Damn." Karasu whistled, before earning a disappointed gaze from the other three. He sarcastically raised his hand in defeat, earning a laugh from Yukimiya.
"What the fuck." Chigiri spat out blankly.
Niko, Kunigami and Chigiri entered the room to an absolute mess of pillows and blankets spread all over the room. Kunigami had woken up earlier to train out of habit, waking up Chigiri and Niko by accident, and the three returned from practice grounds to this absolute mess. The only thing in this hell hole that could heal their minds was currently Isagi mumbling to himself in his sleep, still happily resting in his dream world.
"What.. Happened here?" Niko approached Nanase, one of the few egoists he could trust.
Nanase sobbed, "Tabito-san was....Hnmgph.." Nanase flushed and couldn't continue, Hiori patted his back as he said in his friend's stead, "Tabito was lewd'in Isagi."
"What." Niko replied, a bit shocked, not sure how to respond as he feels the blush creeping behind his neck. Niko looks behind him to see Kunigami and Chigiri already approaching the crow. Niko sweatdrops in place, concerned over what would happen in place.
Chigiri, before Kunigami could, pulled onto Karasu's collar, despite his lacking inches in height. Karasu didn't see it coming, and got dragged down quite a bit. He found himself with the long-hair's pissed face breathing onto him.
"What the fuck crow ass?" Chigiri seethed.
"Karasu what the fuck were you doing with Isagi?" Kunigami spat out beside him.
Otoya and Yukimiya laughed at the sight, opting not to help the poor man. Said man waves his hands in defense and a bit of a panic. Karasu would have been highly amused with this collar-down situation if Chigiri and Kunigami's prey wasn't his own ass.
"Stop! Hey- You're taking this out of context!" Karasu blabbered, Chigiri raising a brow to ask for further explanation, "Nanase you meanie! I was just complimenting on how great our baby Isagi looks this morning!"
Kunigami raised his brow this time. "Oh. Well." He looked over to the peaceful Isagi on the other side of the room. "That's completely valid-"
Nanase pouted greatly. "He did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
Nanase, much louder than he wanted to be, to the expense of Karasu's life, suddenly yelled out.
"You literally just talked about blowing your load all over Isagi's thig-mmpdhfh!!"
The ninja himself ran as quick as he could to cover Nanase's mouth, even Hiori who stood beside him tried to do it in time, but it was too late. Every eye was now on the tall crow currently in the not-so-gentle hands of the princess. Barou and Rin snapped out of their dog fight, eyes on the main attraction in the room. Nagi and even Reo snapped their eyes to the crow. Karasu watched in terror as the more elite egoists start walking to him with a scowl so coated with anger it started to distort their faces in his vision.
"Karasu ?"
Karasu's eyes snapped back to the person holding his collar, grip tightening concerningly fast. Shit. Fuck.
"I." Karasu only managed to say, his head was malfunctioning. Why the fuck is everyone obsessed with Isagi anyway? Karasu asked himself, but even he knew the answer. Karasu looked over to Nanase with more than a frown, but Nanase looked away with a pout.
Salt. And betrayal.
"You piece of shit head crow." Barou and Ran spat out, Barou continuing with his voice increasingly getting louder, "I don't care what shit skill set you have, but to think you'd fucking dare to speak of Isagi like that then LET THIS KING-!"
"Mngh.." Barou held his tongue the moment he heard the small moan. Being his roommate for a while, Barou immediately recognized who it belonged to. He turned his head to Isagi sleepily rubbing his eyes, head still dropping every now and then. Everyone's chest seemed to squeeze at the sight. "You guys sure are loud.."
"Ah." Barou gasped out, "Shit. Sorry, I guess."
Isagi raised his brow over Barou's tamed attitude. "Yeah, s'fine.." Isagi mumbled as he stood up and stretched in place. Unknown to the sweet boy, all eyes were on his exposed stomach, which was revealed whenever he stretched his lithe arms upwards here and there.
The moment his brain became less sleepy, he looked around with a confused frown. "Why the hell is it so messy here?"
'Because of you..' A resounding thought nobody said out loud.
"Because Barou and Rin were being babies." Nagi cracked a smile, "They fought over something they couldn't share lol" he taunted as naturally as he breathed. Reo looks at him with shock, and a pinch of concern, the moment Rin and Barou started striding in like a pair of carnivores who lost their prey.
Isagi stiffled out a small laugh, "Yeah? What'd they fight over?"
Nagi gave him a cat-like smile. He wasn't one to frown his life problems away, but smiles replacing his blank-state was just as rare. Isagi smiled back in confusion, not sure as to why Nagi was smirking like that. He felt like he should have connected some things together but he shrugged it off. It was too early to think anyway.
Both Rin and Barou's arms already reached Nagi's outfit, both hands pulling on him as hard as they can. Before any words could be spat out, the door to the bedroom flew open. The impact surprised the most of them. They snapped their hands to see Anri puffing out with a frown.
"Hey, the alarm sounded ages ago!" She turned to look at the three in action and huffed, "Put your anger in the field, not out! Come on, shoo shoo!" She barged into the three and managed to separate the three confused strikers. "Prepare for the first event of the day boys!"
"Get your head gears going and pick your costume for the day!"