𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦 || Blue Lock x GN!Reader

✮ 10.

 "Well, that's that, (N/N)," the familiar and comforting voice of Oliver Aiku met (Y/N)'s ears like birdsong, "Quit sulking, you did great." They sighed, sitting up with a grunt as they wiped their forehead. With a wince, they took Oliver's hand, letting him help them up.

"I'm not sulking..." they defended, rolling out their ankle with a sharp, painful inhale, "I'm just angry I couldn't stop him." Oliver nodded, looking over to the still ecstatic form of Isagi, celebrating with his friends.

"He's quite the striker, huh?" The captain noted, watching the raven-haired boy from a distance, "That kid saw straight through me..."

"Of course he did, you're as easy to read as a book!" (Y/N) joked, wobbling slightly on their feet.

"It's different when it's coming from you! You're just... built different." Oliver struggled to find words as he noticed (Y/N)'s limp, "You good, dude?" The center forward shrugged, deliberately not putting weight on their injured foot.

"Yeah, I think I might've messed up my ankle, nothing ice and a brace won't fix, though." Oliver shook his head as (Y/N) spoke, sighing exasperatedly. He muttered something offhand before walking over to the Blue Lock team, supposedly to go congratulate them.

(Y/N) thought for a moment, deciding that they should show some sportsmanship too by at least shaking hands with one person and who better to congratulate than Blue Lock's ace, right? They scanned the field, finding Rin sitting on the grass, one hand on his face.

He'd been the only one who hadn't jumped to celebrate the win, sitting in a distant corner of the pitch. They sighed, seeing a younger, more stuck up version of a blonde and blue haired striker that they used to know.

(Y/N) limped over, trying to put the least amount of weight as possible on their left side. They were about so call out and say something along the lines of 'good game,' but Sae got there first. Not wanting to disrupt a possible sibling bonding moment, they paused a couple meters away from them, crossing their arms as they smiled softly. Maybe the Itoshi brothers still had hope.

"I was wrong. I thought that Japan was unable to ever give birth to any decent strikers," Sae started, not looking at Rin. The younger brother looked up in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers as he processed the words, not daring to believe them. "He even managed to call forth your instincts. The one who's able to change this country's football... is Isagi Yoichi."

(Y/N) winced at the words, casting a wary eye over Rin's face, taking in his murderous expression. They walked closer, trying to numb the pain in their ankle as they attempted to control the situation, hoping it wouldn't get out of hand.

"Oi, Itoshi! I mean, err, Sae!" They called, stopping to group with the other two, "That's a bit mean, don't you think?" Some may have called them nosy or intrusive, but they knew firsthand the impact of harsh words. Sae stared at them, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Whatever, you should probably get back to the rest of the team. Apparently coach wants a word," they lied, just trying to defuse the situation as they jerked a thumb in the opposite direction. Despite being an excuse made up on the spot, (Y/N) was sure that the entire team would get an earful from the JFA. Sae merely nodded before walking off, leaving them and Rin alone.

"Ignore him, he might be great at soccer, but he sure doesn't have a way with words," they mumbled, looking at the back of Sae's jersey, "You did great, by the way, good game." (Y/N) proffered a hand to Rin, supposedly to help him up. The cold striker merely glared at them.

"Are you pitying me?" he hissed, his voice laced with malice, "I don't need the likes of you telling me jack shit." (Y/N) tilted their head, they should've expected this. They considered their words carefully before speaking.