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46 THE U-20 TEAM

46. THE U-20 TEAM

note: i love aiku.

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YOU

step out of the bus after catching your breath—you had just explained the lore of your favourite artist to Shidou and why they're so incredible—while Shidou practically tumbles out of the doors, half-asleep.

"Wake up." You poke his head, where his hairline is. He looks up at you (from how hunched he is, he has to) and rubs his eyes.

"You're such a fucking nerd... almost took me to sleep." He giggles, now standing up straight at his full 6'1 height. "But you're cute when you ramble, manager-chan ♪."

You roll your eyes, walking in front of him and placing a hand on your hip. Over your shoulder lies your cooler bag, while your suitcase is being carried by the lovely driver, "Whatever. Just... don't cause any trouble for me, okay?"

Suddenly, you're attacked from behind—Shidou crashing into you and wrapping his arms around your waist—fingertips digging into your torso. His head rests on your shoulder and you can feel his grin when his cheek presses against the side of your neck, "Mhm, I'll do whatever ya say, lil' miss manager."

You suck in a deep breath, significantly pleased with the fresh air that seeps into your lungs, "You better."

You pause for a moment, slapping his sneaky hands back down. "And don't get handsy."

He giggles again, "My bad."

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"I'm pretty sure that over in Blue Lock, they're doing pretty intense training too." You swipe through your phone, ignoring the frantic messages you're receiving from some of the Blue Lockers. "And the U-20 also have a training camp?"

Sae nods, eyes half-lidded and hands stuffed in his jacket pocket. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought he didn't want to be here. Luckily—he's eerily similar to Rin, and his mannerisms are nearly the same. "The players here are absolute trash."

Wow, rude much?

"I'm sure they're not as bad as you describe," you swallow thickly, eyes focused forward. Shidou—who's walking in an uncomfortably hunched position next to you—looks up at your face with a cocked brow.

Sae pauses, which makes a chain reaction of the three of you stopping as well. He doesn't turn his head, but stares through the corner of his eye, "Do you watch soccer?"

You feel interrogated, from how intense he makes the question sound, but you shake your head, face blank, "No, I don't. But I'm sure they wouldn't be on such a special team if they were as bad as you say."

You can hear him scoff—rude—but regardless, you keep trekking on, right until Sae stops in front of a door. It's in the middle of a hugely blank room—so it stands out well. There's also a faint noise coming from the inside that quickly dies down when the door creaks open, and you three all walk inside.

Instantly, you can hear whispers and feel eyes on you—but you try to not let it bother you and usher Shidou to sit down. One guy looks at Shidou strangely, so he gives him a sharp glare back and is about to threaten him—when you tug on his shirt to keep him moving.

"Don't fight anyone. Please."

Shidou pouts his lips out, right before he takes a seat at the back of the room—you follow and sit beside him. Even the way you both sit is completely different—he props his feet up on the table and shoves his finger up his nose, while you keep your legs underneath the table and take up as little room as possible, while your hands are clasped on your lap.