Unravel~Blue Lock Oneshots

She's There~Y. Kenyu

｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡"I'll be your eyes, Kenyu."｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡

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The night sky was alive with the roar of the crowd, the atmosphere crackling with energy as the game reached its climax. I was in the zone, my orange lenses filtering out the harsh light, my mind solely focused on the match. 

Soccer was my sanctuary, a place where I could forget the blurry lines and dark spots that clouded my vision. But today, something was different. 

The game was moving at a frenetic pace. My feet were a blur of motion, the ball at my command, but something felt off. It started subtly—edges of my vision growing fuzzy, the clear lines of the field dissolving into an indistinct haze. 

I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was just a momentary lapse. But as the minutes ticked by, the blurriness intensified, dark spots creeping into my sight like ink spreading across paper. 

Panic began to build inside me. I could still hear the cheers and the shouts of my teammates, but they felt distant, as though they were coming from another world. My breaths came faster, my heart pounding as I fought to keep the ball at my feet. 

My hands shook slightly as I gripped my temples, trying to keep control. I was moving wildly, failing to keep cool while my vision deteriorated. Every direction looked the same, and I felt disoriented, my confidence eroding with each passing second. 

I tore off my glasses, clawing at my eyes as if I had turf in them, trying to make the spots go away. My vision was stained, everything was fading in and out of the black that wouldn't go away. I could barely see my own hands, so desperately trying to wipe away the blurriness that had plagued my sight. 

I was on the brink of a breakdown. The field was a chaotic blur, and I felt like I was losing my grip on everything. My mind was racing, desperately searching for the one thing that always anchored me—Y/N. She was my rock, my comfort, the one who made me laugh and kept me grounded. 

Of all days, why aren't you at my game? You promised Y/N! So where are you? I-I can't see you, I can't hear you! I can't see...please, please help. 

Then, as if on cue, I heard a familiar voice cutting through the fog. "Kenyu!" 

The sound was like a beacon in the storm. I turned my head towards the voice, and suddenly, amidst the swirling blackness, I saw her. Y/N stood at the edge of the field, her presence a calming light in the midst of the chaos. 

Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. The blurriness around me began to fade, the dark spots receding as if her gaze alone had the power to clear the fog. 

Her eyes were full of reassurance, a silent promise that she was there for me. "It's okay. I'm here. As long as you can see me, you'll be fine," her eyes seemed to say. It was as if she was extending her hand through the haze, offering me a lifeline. "I'll be your eyes, Kenyu." 

With renewed focus, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The field was still a blur, but I could see her clearly. Her presence was comforting, guiding me through the black. I continued to play, my movements steadier, my confidence returning as long as I kept her in sight. 

The final whistle blew, and the game ended in a triumphant victory. But I barely noticed the cheers or the celebration. My only thought was to get to Y/N. I stumbled off the field, my legs heavy, my heart racing with a mix of exhaustion and relief. As I reached the sidelines, I collapsed into her arms, my emotions spilling over. 

Y/N held me close, her warmth enveloping me. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, her gentle hands smoothing my hair. "I'm so proud of you Kenyu," she whispered softly, her voice like a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "I love you so much baby. You did amazing." 

Tears streamed down my face as I listened to her words, feeling the weight of my condition lift from my shoulders. I clung to her, finding solace in her embrace. Her presence was a reminder that even amidst the chaos, there was always something clear and true—our love. 

The stadium lights dimmed in the distance as we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. The blurriness of the day faded into the background, replaced by the clarity of her affection. I knew that as long as Y/N was by my side, no matter how blurred the world became, I would always find my way back to what truly mattered. 

And with that thought, I closed my eyes, letting the calm of her embrace and her whispered promises guide me into a peaceful moment. Even if I would eventually be unable to see, I would always be able to trust myself to know my heart, and to know that it belonged to her. 

Athletes who are unable to play/participate, or even anybody with an injury or smth preventing them from doing what they love, I feel sorry for you. I hope Yukimiya will never fully lose his vision, and I hope Chigiri will never tear his ACL again. Amen. 

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