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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!"

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The Blue Lock boys were ushered into a state of being fully awake as Anri made her way through, being the loud busy-body she is, waking everyone up without exception. Isagi laughs as she struggles with the heavier sleepers of Blue Lock. He watched as Anri resorted to shaking Bachira awake, to no avail.

"Anri-san, I'll wake him up. It usually works with me."

Anri gives him a thankful smile, "Ah, so you're the only one able to wake him up huh? His only one~" Once again, simple words stabbed its way through everyone else's head. "Right, please do so Isagi!"

"Yes ma'am."

Isagi ducked his head lower, right beside Bachira's ear. The rest of the team were either busy tidying up or simply getting out of the room but the majority froze up at the sight. Anri raised an eyebrow at the sudden cease of activity in the room, but paid it no special attention.

"Bachira, hey!" Isagi yelled out beside his friend's ear, unforgiving, "Wake up man, we're late." 

Isagi watches in relief as Bachira starts to stir awake. He yawns, starts mumbling nonsense, and he latches his body onto Isagi's. Isagi stares unimpressed as Bachira hugs his body, like a clingy koala. In fact, Isagi could only sigh amusedly, already used to his friend's morning antics.

"Mn..." Bachira mumbles, Isagi not making much effort to get him off. In return though, Kunigami approached them with a frown. Isagi smiles, amused, completely unaware of Kunigami's reason of frustration.

"Get off," Kunigami huffs as he drags Bachira off of Isagi. He succeeds in pulling the koala off, in which Isagi huffed out with a grin,

"Thanks Kunigami. He's a pain in the ass." Isagi chuckles. Kunigami smiled warmly at the sight of Isagi's grin. "F'course."

Kunigami then earns a pout from said koala.

"Ah, you.." Bachira grumbles with a comical frown, "Traitor.." 

"You lil shit, so you knew what you were doing huh?" Kunigami mutters into Bachira's ear, out of Isagi's earshot. All he earns as a reply is an annoying smirk. Chigiri soon walk into the mess of his three friends, pointing towards the door.

"Get out losers, we're going to get costumes."

Apparently, the costume picking had a bit of a system. Each person would take turns to look through the closet and pick their outfit alone, as a surprise and- 'Some extra fun!' as Anri says. They would then reveal the costumes one by one through some sort of runway. The majority of the boys sighed at this event, but a good few were pumped up.

One of the few being Isagi.

There was a waiting room of sorts, where both costumed and non-costumed people were to watch the catwalk through a big screen. 

"Let's get the show started!!" Anri yells through the speakers. They wonder where Ego was, but deep inside they knew he was probably somewhere off sucking his ramen packs dry.

The first event of the day was quite a damn blast. Everyone had their fill of joy laughing their heads out like crazy people, like when Barou ended up posing with a plastic crown and the long, long royal-themed cape waving behind him. Or when Raichi tried a 'gangster look' with a try-hard leopard print, or the time Nagi gave up and came out in a comfy hoodie (without stopping to pose a single damn time on the runway).

Howls of impressed cheers could also be when some people actually came out sleek and nice, like when Yukimiya came out cosplaying a Persona 5 character up to near perfection, Otoya with a Japanese yokai costume, Karasu accidentally pairing up with Otoya as he put on a traditional king outfit- and the list goes on. Wanting to put effort (and not), Rin put on a sleek suit, 'cosplaying as Reo's parents attending a shitty social event' as he said. Cue Reo fuming at him, Nagi being his physical brake at not beating the taller male up.

A knock came on the watch-room's door, "Isagi, it's your turn to change!" Isagi saw Anri peeking from the door.

"Coming!" Isagi shouted back, not heeding any of the stares stuck on his back. The moment he left the room, the door clicking soundly, everyone started glancing at each other. Everyone was either pissed or amused knowing all of their minds were working on wondering the same thing.

"Damn. I really don't get it.." Igarashi muttered out, completely afar from the horde of simps Isagi has accidentally garnered.

Gagamaru perked up from beside him, "Get what?" his giraffe costume drooping over Igarashi's head.

"This?" In return, Igarashi waved his hand around the room, "Them? Come on..."

Gagamaru gave him a confused stare.

"Damn man, nevermind...."

Isagi was escorted to the awfully large costume display room by Anri, her leaving him alone once they go there. He gasped at the variety of clothes and accessories the room had. For a split second, he really wondered and worried about the budget Blue Lock had, but he decided this problem was more of a Ego, Anri and Friends' problem. He walked around the overglorified closet, laughing as he recognized some of the funnier pieces his friends wore already, and found a surprise waiting for him at the end of the room.

There were female clothes. Female costumes to be exact.

At this, Isagi had a sudden flashback to one of his school mates- a special friend who did crossdressing.

"Damn, Itaru 100k likes? That's pretty mad."

Itaru gave me a thumbs up, "Yeah, once you get it down, crossdressing is real fun. And what can I say? I'm pretty damn popular with both men and women lol"

"Your face may be pretty but your attitude is trash."

At this, Itaru laughed in reply to my snarky reply. After his laughing fit though, he seemed to take a good, gooood look at something. He was looking at.. Me?

"Yo, no offence dude," I raised my hands, "But I'm not into you."

Itaru gave me a deadpan. "Yeesh, it's not like that. I just sorta realized your face is kinda. Soft."

?

"Soft?"

"Yeah. Like, not to be weird or anything but you'd do really. Really well as a crossdresser."

"Oh huh." I pondered, "Cool."

"Ya, exactly." Itaru paused for a bit, before continuing, "So, wanna try crossdressing sometime for fun? Seriously, you'd be a big hit if I post that shit lol."

I chuckled, "Nah man. Not into it."

Isagi's mind for some reason wandered back to that piece of random conversation he had with a friend often talked to before joining into Blue Lock. Back then during Ego's announcement, he did really wanted the costume competition's award. And now that the conversation flowed back into his head, Isagi finds his eyes drawn and feet already starting to shuffle towards the female costume sections. He wanders around a bit, before finding a piece he liked.

"Ahh Isagi, I swear! You'd look cute as hell with cat ears, please try them on!!!"

The catwalk had all sorts of chic music blasting through its empty venue, lights above to give great highlight on the model's clothes and pose throughout the runway. Everyone had their eyes glued to the screen, the moment Anri told them that sweet, little Isagi was next. Igaguri watched in disappointment as all of a sudden, the big screen in the middle of the room was the only thing that mattered to everyone in the room. Everyone tightened their grip the moment they could hear the music blasting louder, signaling Isagi's entrance on the runway.

The moment the camera's dawned itself on Isagi,

Everyone's head burst.

Isagi came coming in with a maid out. The outfit was not baggy- instead, it was ever so slightly tight, encasing the skinny curves Isagi has hidden by his more defined parts. The skirt was short (Why was it so short!) and they could see thin, black stockings being held up by garter belts right under his thigh. And- oh. Oh god was there a killing part.

As though the skimpy maid dress wasn't enough to fuel the egoists' desire by the tenfold, Isagi was wearing a maid headband, accompanied by cat ears and a cat tail. The moment their brains was functioning enough to notice, they felt melted yet again when a single question appeared rent-free in their heads.

"Yo where the fuck is he plugging the tail." Nagi babbled out, getting physically shut down by Nanase and Chigiri. 

"Shut your horny ass up," Chigiri spat back, but even he couldn't hide the reddening flush as he thinks about it. Nanase and the more reserved boys of Blue Lock agreed with Chigiri's words, ignoring the increasing heat in their heads.

And all of a sudden, Barou started flinging his cape like a mad person in front of the screen, covering up parts of the show with his wild movements. He gets shouts of complaint and annoyance thrown at his face, which, includes, actual costume props thrown at his face. Niko cringed as a pumpkin prop gets smashed to pieces right beside Barou's 'dancing' figure.

"Hey, get out of the way!" Karasu yelled as Otoya cheered him on. Igaguri then howled, "You're blocking the damn view!"

Barou growled back, "Yall don't deserve to look at my queen like this, ya fucks!"

"And why are you interested in Isagi all of a sudden, monk?" Yukimura asked with a smile, but said smile was obviously painting over his aggressiveness.

"Nah, look at him!" Igaguri huffed, his iconic drool starting to roll over to the dismay of the rest of the team, "That! I can do with that!"

Was it really a surprise when both Rin and Sae kicked him ten meters away? Well, perhaps not. But the second figure kicking him down surely was.

"Nii-sa...!" Rin jolted in surprise, but immediately halted his joyful tone, "...Sae."

"Rin." Sae blankly stated. The others in the room gulped over the brother's ice-high tension.

Realizing that the super star was now here, eyes were now darting around to search for the super star's personal dog. And lo and behold, said person was already acting as his iconic self, stepping on Igaguri who's on the ground. The majority of the Blue Lock Team stayed silent, a simultaneous thumbs up mentally linked for Shidou.

"Nhaa~! That was fucking hilarious!" Shidou howled, leg still on top of Igaguri's head. "I don't know what you said but I bet'cha! That you deserved that fucking double rider kick."

Igaguri wanted to complain, but he could only whine under Shidou's feet.

"Your bitchass really came back huh?" Raichi growled, "Crawling back like the insect yall are."

Shidou grinned madly, "No no~! That shit match wasn't my fault you know that."

The rest of the room watched tensely as the two big-bodied men nearing each other with fists tightened up to a pulp, before a loud, annoyed cough emerged from the speakers.

"Goddamnit, can't you all calm your asses down?" Ego's voice echoed from above. "Fight after Isagi's run, God please let it end."

Everyone's eyes darted back to the main screen in the room (ignoring the pumpkin traces in the corner), to see Isagi awkwardly standing there, his dress swaying cutely under the catwalk's air conditioning. He seemed to have been told to halt by Ego the moment Barou wildly attempted to cover the screen.

"I don't care what shit is happening down there, but respect Isagi's efforts you dipshits. You're the judges to this stupid competition." Ego frowned hard, "Isagi, please continue."

On the other hand, Isagi awkwardly nodded. "Right."

He continued with weaker strides, a bit put off by the sudden stop, but he quickly picked up pace. "Fuck em hoes." His smile slightly enlarged as he remember Itaru's advice. He went back to his confident pace and extravagant poses. He's fixed Itaru's poses in his shoots too many damn times, he's memorized every fan favorite by now. 

Back to the viewing room, eyes were now all on deck on observing Isagi's swings and poses, noticing the smallest details in his movements. His seduction, if you will. Least affected by Isagi's on-screen naivete and charm, while his face blank- even Gagamaru felt the nape of his neck reddening.

He gulped when he felt the tension around the room though. The will of these arrogant, possessive, territorial egoists.. All wanting a single person. If one wasn't from Blue Lock, they'd probably choke from the tension. Not to mention Shidou and Sae's increasingly widening eyes, one filled with interest and curiosity.

Gagamaru's trained ears managed to hear them whisper very silently,

"Sae-chan.. He's really damn pretty. I know you're into that, so why not invite him into our little relationship, hm?"

".. Not a bad idea for once, roach."

shit doesn't seem like it would get better for Isagi's fans today.

A singular need emerged within their body, poison flowing all through their veins.

I want Isagi.

Isagi huffed as he exited the runway, the music and lights dying right behind him. It would take a while for the next contestant to prepare and walk ahead. Anri came to his side the moment he exited a room, a gleeful smile on her face.

"Isagi! I was not expecting that!" She squealed, hands waving in excitement, "You were so- dazzling! I couldn't take my eyes off of you darling. Fantastic job."

Isagi happily chuckled, "Thank you, miss Anri." His chest bubbled with happiness the moment Anri's praises reached him. He was try-harding, so if he wasn't going to win the contest, he was at least expecting one or two compliments to the ear. He was looking forward to his mates' reactions too. Whether they complimented him or laughed at him, he hoped he had lasted an impact on his fellow friends.

He was in the process of removing one of his black kitten heels when-

"Wait, what are you doing?" Anri called out when she spots him.

Isagi raised an eyebrow, "Changing out of this?"

"You're supposed to wear your costume for the rest of the day though? Until the announcement at the very least.." Anri frowned, but her eyes seem to show amusement instead.

"Oh."

Fuck-

"Right."

Isagi is now frowning as he approaches the viewing room to re-join his friends. Now that his adrenaline has pulled off, he cringes as he feels the wind blow through the awfully short skirt of his. He squirms a little when the skirt travels upwards, his hands quickly pulling it down. He frowns yet again with the weird feeling of the plastic cat tail attached to the skirt.

...

Why the fuck did I do this..

He decided to resign to his fate of being clowned on upon arriving in front of the viewer room's door. He sighed, definitely not looking forward to the next hours of wearing a maid suit amongst his friends.

He slid open the door with a faked grin, "Yoo how'd I-"

He froze in place awkwardly as everyone snapped their heads towards him. He wanted to laugh and make fun of them, he really did, but not with the obvious want in the eyes of the strikers in the room. The needy stares sent him shivers in his spine. He recognized that look. The look also he had when he would do anything, anything to get what he wanted. But what... What did they want-

"Isagi." Sae's voice overlapped with Bachira's.

Isagi was surprised Sae was suddenly here, but surprised as well when Bachira had the same needy expression everyone had, instead of his usually faceted smile.

"Shut it yellow eye," Sae glared at Bachira.

"Nahh you're a whole newcomer Sae, get in line~"

Isagi stood there as his oldest friend and newest acquaintance glared holes into each other. "Um."

But things didn't stop there. He meekly stood still as all these egoists slowly approached him, one by one, cornering the mid-height striker all by himself into a corner. Despite all the hellish programs Blue Lock had to offer, Isagi slowly felt his legs weaken.

"Isagi do you want to-" "Isagi-chan~" "You know Isagi you're lookin really.." "You're kind of pretty as hell."

And continued on the choruses of his name, rolling off their tongues like honey.

"Isagi, wanna get out together?" "This dress looks so good on you Isagi.." "Looking so pretty for me?" "Ah, Isagi.." 

Oh.

For the longest time, Isagi looked up to every member of the Blue Lock. He landed here as a 'weaker', per-se, football player being in the middle of tens of talented and gifted players. Feeling very much of his own self-confidence drain down, Isagi had thought of all these men as the prime example of an ideal striker, in ways more than one. They inspired him to get to where he is now. He wanted to be like them. He wanted to be them.

And now under the needy glare of all these men he wanted, Isagi wanted to whine when he realized the need and wanting has switched positions. From him wanting their skill and talents...

They want me.