NIKE -Blue Lock-

Winning them all

You have a conference this afternoon at five o'clock. Say you've signed a contract with Ferrari to be one of their future drivers. And be careful what you say, ragazzina.

Nicole put down her cell phone so that the screen mirrored the surface of the chair, totally ignoring the old man's message.

A contract with Ferrari eh...who knows how much money they promised to him.

Her blank eyes shifted to the soccer field in front of her, specifically targeting the boy with pinkish-tinged hair.

She watched carefully the way he gracefully advanced on the field, analyzed his precise steps, the way he bent his foot and with which part of it he touched the moving ball. She scrutinized his aqua-green eyes, which at that moment seemed to be the same color as green marine fauna struck by the summer sunlight.

Nicole bent her head over one shoulder, staring with particular intensity at the prodigy's pale, glowing face. Skin without blemish, marked by an expression that had no expressions.

Pale as snow and cold as ice. Ironic for a boy who had spent his last years under the scorching sun of the Spanish capital city.

The pools of blood shifted to the other boy, the one with the jersey number 2, looking at the strands of hair in front of his face, wet from the water he had thrown on himself.

She saw his grin as he looked at his teammates, admired the purple and green color of his eyes becoming brighter and more saturated under the warm light of day, matching the colors of his hair.

She noticed his muscular shoulders and back defined by the sweaty, tight t-shirt on her skin, enjoying the sight of the imposing body that became her possession during the night.

"TAKE A 10-MINUTE BREAK."

It had been two days since her last meeting with her adoptive father, and it was as many more before she had to return to the cold, closed facilities of Blue Lock.

The night of the incident Oliver had stayed with her, trying to tend to her wounds while she sipped her glass of wine number I don't know and read something in her native tongue.

The next day the two had decided to stay in, taking advantage of the fact that there was no practice. They had talked, watched movies, and ordered food out.

They had spent the night venting the sexual tension they had accumulated in those long weeks, starting late at night and ending early in the morning.

"Don't look at me like that, I might not be able to resist you."

That was probably why Aiku was so elated that day.

Nicole smiled slyly at the boy, bringing her body slightly forward and looking down at the two tone haired boy.

"Might?"

Aiku grinned, lowering his eyes to his body. The corner of his lips dropped slightly as soon as he remembered why she was wearing a black turtle neck bodysuit with a long-sleeved leather jacket over it, but he avoided thinking too hard about it.

"I definitely wouldn't be able to resist you." he chortled in a more serious tone, raising his purple and green gems back to the girl and staring at her intently.

She returned his gaze, lowering her eyes to his lips for a moment and quickly raising them again, aware that her every gesture had been perfectly followed and had also had an effect of its own.

Oliver exhaled a trembling sigh, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on the railing that separated his hot body from hers.

"I'm definitely not able to resist you."