Imagine walking into the facilities of blue lock with your head held up high, the way you lazily drag your feet as you walk, your heels of your shoes heavily stomping on the floor. You have nothing to do today, plus you're quite in a bad mood after meeting up with those money sucking oldies. There is nothing more to do than to meet your lover to ligthen up your mood.
Imagine taping your identity card for access, which soon opens the door that your lover was in. Greeted with countless screens of familiar players on the field. You silently make your way behind your lover who seem focused on the players. "Hey, you're going to strain your eyes." You spoke, gently laying your hands on his shoulder which stiffen but soon relax under your touch. "I ain't wearing these glasses for nothing, (nickname)."
Imagine as you sat there in the soft fluffy chair you always sat at when you came to visit right next to him. Your eyes look around the messy room, with laundry yet to be done in the corner, instant noodles here and there. You almost had the urge to stand up on your seat, and yet a hand prevents you from doing so. "Let errand girl do her job." "I told you not to call her like that." "Don't wanna bother remembering her name." "Now that's mean." You've seen the frown in his face, yet he just squeezed your hand as if to drop the topic, and you did.
"Is there something bothering you?" "Was there? Something bothering you?" "I asked you first, darling." You chuckle, playing with his and your finger. But then, as he silently put his attention, let alone turn his gaze to you away from the screen, you cannot help but to hold back a groan before letting out a sigh. "It's nothing, just the same old damn money grabbing oldies." You rant. As much as you want to cut off them off, those oldies were necessary funds for this project, though not to the point where you can't afford even if they do back out.
Imagine falling asleep in your seat, right next to him as he hold your hand comfortably. Refusing to let go despite the struggle to navigate through the countless computers right in front of him. When oke of the blue lock staff, Anri came into the room and was about to open her mouth, "shut it." Said by your lover, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as your fingers were intertwined, refusing to let go.
Imagine, if there was something Ego Jinpachi was confident in achieving, that would be creating the world's best and number one striker, which was currently in the making, with you being one of the sponsors even before others. And the other would be keeping you by his side, forever. You who was by his side from the very start, sticking and continuing to be by his side despite all the odds, you continue to understand and support him.
Imagine as you sleep in the comfortable yet uncomfortable fluffy chair due to the sleeping position you're in right now. Ego continued to monitor the players on the screen, once in a while speaking to himself and to the female staff to keep quiet as she cleaned the messy room so you wouldn't wake up. He continues to unconsciously caress the back of your palm with his thumb, bringing it close to his lips, giving it a peck.
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