𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 of bluelock oneshots because we are starving for more. ー I DO NOT own these stories, there are credits before each story. Fanfics inside this book are BOYS LOVE or SHIPS not xreader.
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𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 → enemies to lovers, tease, making out 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 → fluff
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There's a certain level of frustration that comes with being in tune with one's emotions. Try as Hyouma might, there's some he just can't ignore, no matter how much he wants to. It plagues him like a gnat that insists on flying directly in front of his face, despite having the whole damn room to fly around freely.
Today's obnoxious emotion is curiosity.
There's a saying about how curiosity killed the cat. Hyouma can scream until he's blue in the face that that is exactly why he doesn't want to give in to this inane curiosity. First of all, Hyouma fucking loves cats. He doesn't want to kill any of them. Second, what's the damn point in giving in to the curiosity when nothing good can come of it?
But the thing with these idioms is that over time, society tends to shorten them, to tweak their meaning until it no longer has the intended implication.
For example, the saying 'blood is thicker than water' is so often used to state how familial bonds are stronger than others. But if Hyouma traces the saying back to it's origins, the full quote is 'blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.' It holds the complete opposite meaning - found family can be a stronger bond than blood family.
So the saying goes 'curiosity killed the cat.' What's being left off there is the conclusion to that sentence.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Hyouma isn't sure which is scarier.
The redhead leans against the wall of the training room, sipping from his water bottle as he watches everyone else continuing their workouts. They aren't separated by stratum here, something about it being better for the show's ratings if the different teams are allowed to mingle outside of games. Whatever, Hyouma doesn't care about that bullshit. What he does care about, however, is the fact that he's now forced to be in the same room as Michael Kaiser.
Forced is a strong word, he supposes. No one's forcing him to do anything. He could go to another training room or he could choose to not train at all. But the problem is, he's curious. He's so damn curious about this guy and has been since their very first interaction.
Hyouma's used to being teased and mocked on the field. It comes with the territory. Everyone on any competitive sports team will say so. Shit-talking is the name of the game. So when he's greeted by — arguably — the best under-20 striker in the world complimenting him, it throws Hyouma off balance. It sends his world spinning. (He reminds himself to never let Kaiser know he ever considered the prick the best under-20 striker in the world, even if it's only briefly.)
