NIKE -Blue Lock-

Trying to live

Underline means they're talking in English
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It was evident that the relationship between Barou and Nicklaus had not improved over time. There was a slight possibility that the king felt some discomfort with the little devil.

"GET OFF MY BED, YOU FUCKING BITCH."

"This is your bed? Is our fallen tyrant falling even more? I mean... this is a pretty uncomfortable bed."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? MY BED IS FUCKING ALL RIGHT-"

"Doesn't the uncomfortable bed usually belong to the slaves? This doesn't look like a king's bed to me."

"YOU ARE LITERALLY 93 TIMES BELOW ME IN RANK, WHY ARE YOU THE ONE DISRESPECTING ME LIKE THAT?"

"If repeating that makes you sleep at night, then be my guest..."

Team 2 had lost miserably to the five football champions. The game had ended 5-0 in favour of the Team World Five. A crushing defeat for those poor aspiring strikers who were trying to survive the Blue Lock project like everyone else.

Nicole had done absolutely nothing in that match. As the sixth player and the joker card, she simply had to carry out the directives of the team to which she was assigned. They had decided let her be a goalkeeper since they had not built strategies suitable for a sixth individual, and that she had been until the very end.

Moreover, the reason Ego had decided to have her participate in all matches was to allow her to observe and analyze firsthand five of the world's most famous soccer stars.

It wasn't a test for her.

Deciding to not follow the team plans and score a goal alone during the match between Team 1 and Team World Five had been a mere whim so that she could destroy Rin Itoshi's ego a bit.

Nothing more, nothing less.

At that moment the girl was staying in Team 2's dormitory after they had all had dinner together and discussed (she had simply listened) their mistakes during the match they had just lost.

Nagi was lying on his mattress, the only one that was not a bunk bed.

He was carefully scrutinizing the figure of the redhead with the many gold jewels on his ear, superimposing on his image the one he had memorized in his head of Nicole Vinciguerra.

No matter how many times he repeated the whole process, Nicklaus and Nicole were the same person.

The thin, feminine, sharp face.
The tanned, smooth skin even at the mere sight of it.
The feline cut of the eyes, surrounded by long dark lashes.
The irises as dark red as venous blood, low in oxygen and rich in CO2.
The Greek nose that had a slightly upturned tip.
The full, plump lips that were evidently soft.
The slender and evidently free of Adam's apple neck (though covered by the high neck of the shirt).
And finally, those damn gold jewels.

The more he looked at him, the more convinced he became that he was standing before the same girl he had now taken to dreaming about at night because of how obsessed he was with this secret.

He had spent so much time looking at her photos, watching her interviews, that by now it seemed to him that he was seeing Nicole Vinciguerra everywhere.

Particularly in Nicklaus.

Nagi sighed quietly, sinking his chin slightly into his pillow and lowering his eyes to the screenshot taken from a video with a close-up on the Italian champion's face.

"Do you like her?"

The boy shivered as soon as his breath gently caressed his ear and his whisper echoed in his head.