❝ kill their egos until they're forced to break themselves down to build themselves better. ❞
─ y/n l/n is here for the sole purpose of humbling a few teenage boys. at least, that's how it started.
≻ started: 1/1/23
≻ ended:
≻ platonic va...
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Kunigami had changed drastically since the last time you'd seen him. He lingered away from the group, excluding himself from the people that would have once welcomed him with open arms; now they stared at him with wide eyes, hesitant like deer in the presence of a wolf. Kunigami's eyes were sunken bags deep and dark nestled under his bottom lashes. His hair was flatter, having lost some of its previously ridiculous volume and spikes, as if someone had tamed by force a wild lion. Alongside with the standard issued Blue Lock uniform, he wore a frown and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the room. His posture was slouched, shoulders hung low. You felt as if he'd been stripped entirely of his personality and passion for the game and what stood in front of you was the shell of who was once your close friend in the Wild Card. When you were hoping that he'd persevere to make it amongst all the others here, you hadn't meant he'd sacrifice all he knew of himself to do so.
"Take it away, Master Strikers." Ego finished his spiel that you'd forgotten he had even been giving, and with the wave of a hand his hologram disappeared like dandelions blowing in the wind.
Noel Noa was the first to move, stepping off the stage. He approached the crowd, intent on saying some words, but you were too hung up on Kunigami to even process anything happening.
You indecisively approached Kunigami, your eyes soft and saddened. "Kunigami." You breathed in greeting, and watched as his eyes raised from the floor to your own. For the briefest moment, his eyes betrayed a glimpse of him. But before you could say anything more, Noel Noa walked between you two, splitting you and taking Kunigami's humanity with him.
"Reach the goal." Noa directed monotonously as he passed by, "I'll wait there." Murmurs broke out amongst the U-20 and Blue Lock players, not having understood what Noel Noa just said. You'd forgotten they hadn't received the earpieces like you and Kunigami had earlier on in the program.
With a loud sound, the background of the stage that the Bastard München team had emerged on opened to reveal the same course you'd grown familiar with over your two weeks training with Ness and the team.
"Holy crap! It's like real life esports!"
"It's like a futuristic obstacle course!"
People praised the ingenuity of the course, gawking as the floor beneath their feet began to count down from ten seconds. All the while, Isagi attempted to speak to Kunigami. Not wanting to succumb yourself to the pain of watching Isagi realize the extent of how much Kunigami had changed, you pivoted to make your way to the front of the group, lining up alongside the Bastard München players. You pushed forward, opting to stand next to Kaiser who smiled down at you briefly before the timer went off.
The difference was immediate. You, Kunigami, and Bastard München (sans Noel Noa) pulled ahead of the Blue Lock members, already stupidly familiar with the course. Kunigami and you had nearly identical pace through the straight dash, muscle memory taking over when you hit the incline dash, shifting from your heels to the pads of your feet to scale the hill.
