NIKE -Blue Lock-

Oblivion

Feeling the need to publish this now < 2:00 a.m
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The same day
Somewhere in Blue Lock

"And you slept with Noel Noa."

"In his bed."

"With Noel Noa in it?"

She sighed at the boy's insistence, looking straight ahead, not knowing whether to enjoy his gentle caresses on her injured back or not.

It was now late afternoon. Oliver had joined her at breakfast and managed to snatch her from the clutches of the German stratum team. The first thing she had noticed as soon as she saw him was his nervousness, his anxiety.

When she had asked him why, he had simply started asking question after question about the previous evening. It was the first time he had been so insistent about what she had done: it was an unspoken rule to mind his own business after all.

In fact, she thought she had even told him that when months earlier he had found her in her apartment after the old man's courtesy visit.

But after seeing his hurried and anxious state, she had decided that there was nothing in particular to hide, and so she had told him how she had been drinking and how she had been found in the bathrooms and then taken to the Blue Lock's facilities.

But the one thing the boy seemed to insist on was the detail of her waking up in the German stratum coach's room.

"Why do you sound so defensive about it?" she asked, closing her eyes as soon as she sensed Oliver's thumb tracing one of last wounds with cream.

Oliver scoffed, keeping his gaze fixed and focused on what he was doing.

"I'm not defensive." muttered the boy, tempted to slap himself for the absurdity of that situation

Him, a famous fuck boy... jealous?
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The truth, however, was hard to swallow. He was. He was jealous and perhaps also intimidated. Between him and Noel Noa, the voice in his head did nothing but convince him that the girl would easily choose the latter.

And why wouldn't she?
A man like him, famous, popular, strong, who was considered first of his kind... there was no competition.

"I'm just saying that it is strange that you woke up naked in Noel Noa's bed-"

Nicole abruptly turned around, grabbing the hand that had now finished doing its work on her back and squeezing it lightly.

Oliver froze from saying more, belatedly realizing his mistake. He had no right to lecture her. He had no right to ask her for clarification. He had no right to demand explanations.

He was no one to her.
Why did he keep forgetting that?
Why did he keep playing with fire as if he could not be ignited by it?

"Look, I'm... I just..." he did not know what to say, his throat was dry before her imposing gaze.

"Didn't I tell you to not meddle in my business, Aiku?"

Last name? Iciness made him quiver, and not with pleasure, under the effect of her cruelty.

Her expression was not disturbed, upset, much less annoyed. Her red eyes, however, were intense and heavy, and almost seemed to be trying to pierce the boy's forehead.  

Her grip on his wrist tightened, but there was no spark of any emotion in her eyes to betray her impassivity.  

"You are throwing a fucking tantrum about the fucking coach of the German stratum, but you are the one that fucking left me on the fucking floor of the fucking bathroom." she said with perfect composure, a tone completely unsuited to her choice to use mostly a scurrilous lexicon.