Tired, Free de la Hoya x Reader

Chapter 1

"You all will be battling each other, and we will take note of your talent to see who will stay or leave," the announcement echoed through the large stadium.

Y/n sat in the stands, her fingers picking at the fraying fabric of her ripped jeans. Her fingers twiddled with a loose piece of string, and without much thought, she decided to pull it. Her decision was met with immediate regret as she witnessed a gaping hole emerge. She sighed at the distressed state of her pants and turned her attention back to the Beyblade battles happening in front of her. Each battle seemed to be a repeat of the last, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a knot of nerves tightening in her stomach.

She was going to be the next one tested. The test to determine whether she could prove her worth and secure her place in BC Sol. Her soft palms were wringing nervously, turning her skin a shade of pink. If she couldn't pass this test, she would have to wait an entire year for another chance. The thought of such a delay was deeply disappointing, especially considering the immense effort she had put into getting scouted in the first place. Y/n couldn't help but think about how devastating it would be to lose this spot. It seemed unfair that only one person could be accepted. She held a secret hope that Chris, the magenta-haired woman overseeing the selections, might be more lenient.

Sitting alone in the stands however, Y/n couldn't help but feel the absence of her friends, who were all back in Japan. None of them had made it to Spain or been scouted to different places. Being away from them weighed on her, but she held out hope that she would eventually make new friends in this unfamiliar place. For now, her solitude didn't bother her too much; she wasn't exactly skilled at initiating conversations. Nor did she want to in that moment.

Her attention was drawn to the far side of the room, where she noticed a sandy-blond boy. What caught her eye was how utterly bored he appeared. His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed like he would rather be anywhere but there. For some reason, she felt like she had seen him before, but she couldn't quite place where.

He sat there, gazing into nothingness as Y/n continued to stare at his fair complexion. She had to admit, there was a strange beauty about him that intrigued her. As if he sensed someone was looking at him, the boy turned his head, and his dark, dull eyes locked onto Y/n's e/c eyes. Her eyes went slightly wide, and she was inexplicably drawn to his gaze. It was as if she had been tased, unable to move. Her muscles felt weak, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Yet, she couldn't look away; it was as though this boy held some kind of strange power over her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he made her incredibly nervous.

The trance was gone when she heard her name called. "Y/n L/n, next!" She tore her gaze away from the blond, relieved for the distraction. The relief did not last long however and her nerves came back in doubles. She stood up and nervously made her way to the stadium, where her opponent awaited. He was a towering figure, grinning down at her cockily. "Oh hell no," she muttered to herself, "how am I supposed to beat him?"

But Y/n quickly reminded herself that size didn't define strength. She was determined to prove herself even if it was to a cocky looking ogre. As she approached the stadium, she noticed a trainer tapping away at his tablet, closely monitoring the battles. She gulped, did she walk weird? The pressure was on even before she'd launched her Beyblade.

Surprisingly, the battle didn't turn out to be as daunting as she had imagined. Y/n managed to defeat her opponent, who lumbered off with a scowl on his face. A relieved sigh escaped her lips. She had conquered her first challenge, which boosted her confidence. She had successfully taken the first step toward her dream of joining BC Sol.

Chris appeared before her with a warm smile. "You've made it to BC Sol. Well done." Before Y/n could respond, Chris turned away to speak with an indigo-haired boy and another boy with a massive fan. Y/n blinked, a surprised smile crossing her features. She didn't even have time to process her success, feeling lightheaded at the mere thought. I want to scream so bad I need to scream so bad. But she knew she couldn't. She hadn't messed up, and it gave her a new confidence in her blading abilities.