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After your twin brother does a last-minute bailout of Blue Lock someone has to take his spot.
"ꜱᴏ, ᴜʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ... ʙʀᴏꜱ... ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ... ʙʀᴇᴛʜʀᴇɴ?"
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You let yourself take time away from the team, dragging your futon and eye mask to the monitor room. Patting and fluffing up the pillow, you let your face relax against the cold surface. Your chest bindings lay next to your form under your blanket.
You wondered if Ego could see you right now or if there were only cameras in the field and sleeping room. Maybe Anri was watching you with a concerned look.
You missed the woman, even if you had only spent a little time conversing with her. She was nice and told you about Barou and his team. Maybe if you were lucky and begged her, she could give you some juice or fruit to sink your teeth into. Maybe even a healthy salad here and there.
Your skin still tingled from the wash you used, while your teeth felt clean. Your eyes felt heavy and puffy, probably from all the crying.
You slapped your hands to your face as you crawled into a ball. "Ugh, why did he have to see me like that?" you mewled. "It's so embarrassing, oh my god."
If you held hands with him now, would he still squeeze them the same way? Caress them in secret, only to swat them away at games? Clutch them to keep you stable as you jumped on his back after another game he won, speaking crude words laced with love only you would recognize?
You sighed. "Rin... why would you do that? Why'd you have to break up with me and put me through all of this?" You felt your eyes tear up. "Stupid hormones. Having me talk to myself and cry like I'm the lead in some low-budget rom-com. Even makin' me use his first name."
Sniffling, you lowered your hand and wiped your tears with your sleeve.
"Julian Loki would never break up with me over something as stupid as that," you huffed. "He's nice and generous, and he cares for others, and he's cute. So cute..."
"I'm probably missing so many games of his right now! What if he dropped a new blanket or towel? This sucks!" You kicked your feet in protest. "I could send a photo card of Sae to Rin's place and make it all cute," you giggled.
"No, but forget about that. What if Loki came to play near me? I could get away with stealing his cardboard cutout and show up to rescue me from security," a deep bellow of laughter blew from your chest.
"What is this? It seems—could it be? Julian Loki is currently running off the field with his famous speed!" You bellowed in your best announcer tone.
Rolling onto your stomach, you brought up a pointer finger. "What are you doing to that poor, innocent, adorable, attractive young woman?" you spoke in a deep voice with a butchered French accent.
"Please, oh, Julian Loki, you have to save me from these barbarians," you responded in a high-pitched voice, bringing up your other pointer finger.
"Unhand that fair lady," your other finger wiggled, coming closer to your first and caressing it. "Tell me, what is your name... I have never laid eyes on such a beautiful woman."
