*Heavy Angst/Vile topics Warning*
In a chance encounter at a convenience store, Y/n, a young girl from a wealthy family, crosses paths with Michael Kaiser, a boy caught in the throes of poverty. Despite her sister Vespera's disdainful behavior towar...
"Maybe I was just seeing things. Did it help though, manager-chan?" -Bachira Meguru
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Noa looked at Y/n questioningly, his brow furrowed with concern. "You're saying you need to leave this stratum and go see the other ones. What for?" He inquired, standing beside Y/n in the dimly lit room where the boys' practice could be glimpsed through a large screen.
Y/n sighed deeply before responding, her voice tinged with urgency. "I need to investigate something serious, I assure you." she replied, her eyes darting briefly to the practice session before returning to Noa.
Initially hesitant, Noa mulled over Y/n's request, his expression contemplative. After a moment, he nodded in silent approval. "Alright. I'll hold you to that," he said, his voice low yet supportive.
With a quick nod of gratitude, Y/n hurried out of the room, her pace brisk as she navigated the labyrinthine hallways. "Which one should I visit first?" she murmured to herself, indecision gnawing at her as she pressed onward.
Lost in thought, Y/n found herself in an unfamiliar area, her legs weirdly on auto pilot . She stepped out into a field where she was greeted by a familiar face, Bachira, Barcha's eight .
He turned towards her with a bright smile. "You're the manager from Bastard Munchen, right? Want to practice with me?" he asked eagerly, kicking the ball towards her.
Y/n returned his smile, accepting the challenge. "Sure, but first, I have some questions for you," she replied, meeting his gaze squarely. "Will you answer them if we play?"
Bachira nodded enthusiastically, his curiosity piqued. "Of course! How bad can it be?" he chuckled, engaging in a friendly match with Y/n.
As they played, Y/n seized the opportunity to ask her questions. "Have you seen anyone wearing a thin goldish necklace?" she queried, making a steal for the ball , dribbling it.
"No," Bachira replied initially, his attention focused on the game. Then, as he maneuvered past Y/n to score a point, he amended his response. "Wait, actually yes. Lavinho and Otoya," he admitted, retrieving the ball from the net.
Intrigued, Y/n paused the game momentarily, gripping Bachira's shoulders as she pressed him for details. "Anyone else? Did they have a random necklace after returning?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing with intensity.
Bachira joined her on the ground, sitting beside her as she pulled out a notepad. "Let me think," he began, recounting what he knew. "Otoya seemed more withdrawn after a visit to the nurse's clinic. Lavinho, on the other hand, became defensive after his visit. There was even a bite mark on his neck when he returned," he revealed, his brow furrowing in concentration.
"But maybe I was just seeing things. Did it help though , manager-chan?"
Y/n scribbled furiously, capturing every detail. Satisfied, she rose to her feet, pulling Bachira up with her. "Thanks for your help. Let's continue playing," she said, a small smile gracing her lips.
