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Ladies and gentlemen Blue Lock season 2.

This is going to be a really fun season, and I am here for all the TEA 🍵.

Just another blue lock post. Pretty much complaining

You shouldn't sexualized any characters, majority of the characters in blue lock are all minors!

I've seen countless tweets, videos, pictures AND COMMENTS on many platforms across the internet sexualizing anime characters that are minors.

It's actually sick to think

It doesn't matter if you are younger than the character or at the same age range. Tbh it makes it worse to think a minor is thinking that about character sexually.

This is mostly pointed out to Charles, Rin, Hiori, Chigiri since they have been one of the most sexualized characters I've seen, but this doesn't mean that the others shouldn't be sexualized.

Ex :

(Character) is tighter.

UgH~ ahH (character).

LIKE BROTHER EUGHH😨🫥

also adding :

just bcus your younger than him or at the same age range, doesn't mean you can sexualized him. They are still a minor and you are one too,

it's not healthy to think that about any character infact. Even some adults doesn't need to be sexualize to be a fan favorite. And hopefully the creators who made them do not want them to be sexualized at all.

I know that this won't catch people's attention, but thank you for reading and please don't sexualized any underage characters!

Just another blue lock post. Pretty much complaining

You shouldn't sexualized any characters, majority of the characters in blue lock are all minors!

I've seen countless tweets, videos, pictures AND COMMENTS on many platforms across the internet sexualizing anime characters that are minors.

It's actually sick to think

It doesn't matter if you are younger than the character or at the same age range. Tbh it makes it worse to think a minor is thinking that about character sexually.

This is mostly pointed out to Charles, Rin, Hiori, Chigiri since they have been one of the most sexualized characters I've seen, but this doesn't mean that the others shouldn't be sexualized.

Ex :

(Character) is tighter.

UgH~ ahH (character).

LIKE BROTHER EUGHH😨🫥

also adding :

just bcus your younger than him or at the same age range, doesn't mean you can sexualized him. They are still a minor and you are one too,

it's not healthy to think that about any character infact. Even some adults doesn't need to be sexualize to be a fan favorite. And hopefully the creators who made them do not want them to be sexualized at all.

I know that this won't catch people's attention, but thank you for reading and please don't sexualized any underage characters!

: ̗̀➛ Accompany the antennaed freak

Synopsis: You were tasked to oversee Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 team because you’re blue locks manager and that he needs to be put in a leash.

Warnings!: fem!reader, violence, swearing, Japanese and English honorifics, flirting, (name) is going to do THE Anri sketch pose and Shido Ryusei.

Anri pose

Reader is 18. Characters featured here are their original ages.

Note: main inspo for this fic @haikyuul0ver. I love you so much and your fanfics. I hope you’re doing alright and that you’re having a wonderful day! 💕

"The hell do you mean by that, Ego-San?!"

"You goin’ deaf after blaring music in your ears 24/7?"

Ego sasses and clicked his tongue, massaging the temples of his head. Anri looked at the girl a few meters in front of her in pity as she looked at the tablet in her arms. Shido Ryusei was still unconscious from the electrical shock, and in the basement, he was subdued by a straight jacket and a muzzle and is tied to a post. She had second thoughts about your methods in dealing with Shido but knew it was in their best interest if he was treated like a mental asylum patient.

"Lemme say this one more time through your rotting ears,"

Ego exhaled through his nostrils, massaging his temples as he propped his arm on the armchair. He felt like he would rip his hair out once he heard your whiny and annoying cries of discontent after hearing his recent request. It was in your contract to do whatever he or Anri told you. You even asked through the phone if all you had to do was follow whatever they had to say and that you would do it without a second thought.

And you did keep your word. You took notes of the player’s improvements, flaws, and styles with accurately and intricately. You would even come down to the cafeteria, or the field, and tell them what they should improve on, give them words of advice if they need it or give them words of encouragement and praises after seeing their cool tricks or spend some good quality time with them to take a load off of work.

The players would even ask Ego and Anri if you were busy or not to have you watch them practice, although he knew that they wanted you there for a bit of praise here and if they did a cool trick with the ball, they sometimes even pitch in with helping you clean up after stuff or carry things to the storage of staff room.

Ego somewhat regretted having a female manager amid deprived male athletes because now they would fight over dumb things revolving around you and boasting what they like about you.

What was worse was that you weren’t doing anything about their behavior and just let them do what they do.

One of the main reasons why he even recruited you was because having a manager that was around the same age group as the players would make them more at ease and looked easy on the eyes.

It took Anri WEEKS to convince you and your family to consider participating in the project. You were incredibly hesitant, considering that you would be moving away into the countryside without technology. If they wanted you on the team, they might as well bend the rules for you. They gave you high pay, freedom to use your phone with wifi as long as you didn’t give out any information of the players or the project as a whole other than it was meant to mold someone into the perfect striker and have Japan win the World Cup.

“You will be overseeing Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 as Sae Itoshi picked him to be a member in the team.” He stated once more, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

“I know that but why did he pick that horny demon?! I thought that wasn’t allowed!!” You yelled at them with your hair in a frenzy.

“That little shit can’t make a chemical reaction with Rin Itoshi or any of the players and his destructive behavior would earn us a red card, giving us the disadvantage." Ego explains, and you chewed the bottom of your lip, taking in the information, curling your lips in your mouth before sighing.

“Fine.” Rolling your tongue into the side of your cheek, you looked at at Ego for a second but turning away and nodded.

“Good. Go pack your shit cause you’re leaving once he gets that little shit out of the basement. Now, begone.” Ego shooed you away by fanning his fan towards you. As you turned around to leave the room with a huff, you showed him the finger out of spite.

“Decrease her pat by ¥50,000, Anri-Chan.” Ego says, snapping his fingers together.

“Forgive me and my immaturity, Ego-san. I will look after Shido as if my life depends on it.” You spoke in a monotone voice as Anri giggled at her two colleagues' spiteful antics and lifted a hand to her mouth politely to hide her smile.

A thirty year-old man and an eighteen year-old girl, having beef with each other. She finds it amusing, although sometimes she does hold you back from murdering the man.

"He awake, Anri-San?"

"Yes, a little over a while ago." She replied as she looked into her tablet to see that the said man was still awake but was screaming something. Must be curses.

"Ok—just in case if he bites me, make sure to get me some anti-rabies shots." You joked as you walked with Anri towards the waiting room of the building.

Sae Itoshi had arrived to come get Shido and was waiting for you to escort him as you fiddled with the blue lock pin on your blazer.

Anri lightly laughs at your joke but takes notice of your chain of habits. Licking your lips repeatedly, scrunching up your nose, and digging your thumbnail against your index finger are habits that say you are nervous.

"Are you ok, (name)-Chan?" She asks worriedly and you looked at her with confusion before looking away.

"Nervous, is all—I guess."

"About what?"

"Meeting one of the Japan U-20 members—considering that they were picked by that money grubbing prick in the JFU."

The thought of the president of the JFU made your blood boil as you reminisced the meeting a few days ago. All of you were already in on this project deep, stoping now is wasting all of your efforts especially to the players who risked it all.

"You shouldn’t worry too much. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on a pretty girl like you! Even Rin and Baro treat you good!"

"Have you seen them looking at me?" You said as you shuddered at the memory of first meeting them. Their cold harsh eyes first meeting your eyes upon you introducing yourself as one of the Blue locks managers for their teams. But they haven’t called you lukewarm or donkey yet, so you guess that they do treat you a bit differently, although that doesn’t mean you’re intimidated by them.

"It’s not just that—we would be meeting Sae Itoshi, Rin’s big brother."

"Rin Itoshi’s big brother?" Anri curiously repeated.

The Itoshi brothers had problems going on with them. Rin had once told you that he had some issues with his older brother regarding broken promises. You valued your relationships with many friends, including between you and Rin. But the thought of being up close with Sae and being acquainted, at the very least, almost left like you would be betraying Rin in a way.

Considering the fact that Sae’s attitude turned a 180 in a span of 4 years in Spain and his attitude towards the press, you were worried as to how he would treat you. Someone lower than him probably.

Being with Shido meant that you would help the U-20 team, the enemy of blue lock. You had many conflicted feelings about this situation. Playing Judas against both blue lock and Rin was a stab to your heart and there was nothing you could do about it. You sighed to yourself, all this has such a hassle, you might as well suck it up and do your job.

"This is such a pain." You muttered as the doors in front of you automatically opened to reveal Sae sitting on a plum couch boredom as he looked out the window but his attention diverted to your direction.

With long strides and your chin held up high, you walked towards Sae and did your best to not maintain eye contact but you felt him staring at you intensely, that it made you walk slower. Was he judging you? Were your clothes unprofessional? You were just wearing something similar you saw in Pinterest! Many thoughts raced through your head in anxiety as you stopped a few meters from Sae.

"Thank you for your patience, Itoshi-Kun." Anri greeted him, catching up to you after she fixes her skirt. Sae hums in acknowledgement and looks over to you, his eyes trailing down to the familiar button on your blazers collar.

"Are you blue locks manager?"

"Yes and there are a few others of us. My name is (name) (last name), Itoshi-kun."

"Oh, you’re older?" You finally looked up at him as he looks at you in curiosity. He didn’t seem as scary as you initially thought he was and you straightened your posture.

"Err—yes, by a month or so."

"Alright. Show me where he is. Let’s not waste my time."

He demanded as he stood up, he has a relatively built physique, and his baggy buttoned-up shirt covers his toned muscles, no doubt about it. He certainly is Rin’s brother, both have identical eye color and features, especially their long bottom lashes and attitude.

‘I take that back—he’s exactly as the articles say.’ Your right eye lightly twitches as you looked over to Anri who nodded.

"Please follow us." She said as you and Sae followed behind, with Sae being in the middle of the two of you. You had to admit. He was a silent guy and very blunt. Either he’s confident in himself, or he’s arrogant. He looks over his shoulder to look down at you from behind.

"So—what do you think of him?"

"Him?"

"My—younger brother." He specified and the question piqued your interest.

"Rin-kun is an outstanding player and possesses high intelligence on scoring goals." You replied, and what you said was true. Rin is a mastermind in the field. You could never know what his next tactical move was. He managed to manipulate everyone on the field to score a goal. If a player thought he could score a goal, he would appear behind them and steal the goal, taking away any possible chances of them winning. Simply seeing him play and trick his opponents was enough to amaze you. Without a doubt, he is a genius like his older brother.

Sae didn’t say anything else. His eyes trailed away as his eyes softened upon hearing your words. Sae stops walking, and you immediately took step back to maintain distance before he looks at you fully.

"And do you believe that him and his team would win this match?" You took a moment to think. As much as you hopped and expected them to win, doubt and anxieties crawled from the back of your mind. The U-20 national team was comprised of exceptional players.

You would know because you watched them play while you were studying. For all you know, they could be on par with the big five that was called to blue lock to assess the players, all of which brutally and easily won against the remaining teams. You tilted your chin up and looked Sae straight in the eye.

"Yes, I believe that Rin and his friends can win against you and the U-20 national team." Sae’s eyes narrowed after hearing your response, you weren’t too sure if it was out of disgust or amazement but now you were bracing yourself for a insult. Even so, you kept your head high with certainty.

Surprisingly he didn’t reply but looked away and continued walking, as did you. The three of you arrived inside the holding room, which was called the basement as a cover name for the ‘punishment room.’

The doors open and reveal Shido. He looks up and looks at Sae before he spots you beside him and brightens up.

"Ms.Manager! You here to see me?! Cause’ you’re all I can-!"

"She isn’t." Sae interrupted Shido, who was about to say how much he misses you and you, who was going to disagree with him. It was by then did he notice the redhead who was a little too close to you for comfort.

"Blue lock is a cage much too small for you,"

"The fuck?"

"I will free you—I want your ego. Go wild for my sake."

And with that, you and Shido exited the building and into a shuttle bus, heading towards the training camp where the U-20 team was residing.

You had to claw the armchair to prevent yourself from choking Shido until he passed out, as he did nothing but cling to you relentlessly and talk your ear off.

"Seriously, Ms.Manager! Do you gotta always electrocute me? Don’t you think it’s too much~?"

"How else are we supposed to stop you from hitting someone else? It’s not like Kunigami is there to stop you like last time." You sighed as you tried to duck your head under his arm to escape his grip, but he, instead, tightened his hold around you.

"You sure? Cause’ I remembered the redhead chick saying you were the one who implemented the electric shock—don’t tell me that you’re-?!" You slapped your palm over his mouth.

Shido grinned widely and licked your palm, you shrieked after feeling something wet come in contact with your skin, and you pulled away from Shido, standing up and pressing yourself against the window.

"What the hell, Shido?!"

"Aww~! Still calling me by my last name?" He whines in disappointment, puckering his bottom lip and furrowing his brows to look like a toddler being upset, but you look at him in disbelief and disgust.

"You’re so disgusting!!" You yelled as you ran towards the aisle to get away from Shido.

"Just—just behave yourself until we arrive." You said under your breath as you sat on beside the driver who looked at you worryingly.

"Everything alright with Shido, (last name)?"

"The usual." You mumbled. Taking out your hand sanitizer and poured the transparent liquid into the palm of your hands and rubbed it throughly.

"Shido." You called out for him but there was no reply.

"Shido?" You called a second time and there was still no response. You looked over your shoulder and peered through your seat, you saw Shido staring out of the window.

Standing up, you walked towards Shido and stood behind him, he finally acknowledged your presence after seeing your reflection and looked you over by his shoulder.

"You were spacing out. Everything alright?"

"You told me to behave, so I did."

"For half an hour?" You checked your watch and looked at him with an amazed smile and raised brows. He grins and tilted his head back to look at you.

"I listen to my favorite manager after all!"

"I’m your only manager," you sighed and looked out of the window and saw the passing scenery of the city.

"So what were you looking at?"

"Oh, just nothin’. Been a while since I’ve been outta prison." Shido says, and he looks back at the window as the bus is met with a red light. You agreed to what Shido for the first time. Blue Lock didn’t have windows for you to look out and admire the outside world.

Ego said he didn’t want the boys to escape or have someone give them prohibited things. The last time you were out of blue lock was a few weeks ago, accompanying Anri to a conference meeting. Seeing the sun and its bright lights was enough to blind you. You sat on the armchair next to Shido, who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and burrowed his face into your back, deeply inhaling your flower-detergent-scented blazer.

"My beloved manager~♡" he mumbles as you feel your face heat up and your heart beating faster against your rib cage, threatening to burst open from his bold action as you try to pry yourself away from Shido.

"Let—go—" you whispered, trying to push yourself off his hold, but he sat there unaffected. He was too heavy for you, after all. I mean, did you have the strength to push off a football athlete who’s been through the football version of the hunger games? You soon gave up and let him cling to you with visible pink hearts around him.

"Shido,"

"Yes~?"

"You said that I’m your—favorite—manager, right?"

"The one and only!! ♡"

"And you said you’ll listen to me, right?"

"If you say to lick your toes, I will."

"A-anyway when we arrive can you promise me one thing?" You said as you tried to forget what he said a moment ago. He notices the serious tone in your voice and pulled away, brining his legs together to sit Indian style.

"Be sure to behave yourself, ok? I don’t want any problems with those people, k?" He smiles and nodded, before wrapping his arms around you again, "bet."

You were inside the conference room where the U-20 players are. You were standing behind Shido, who was wearing an Adidas white tracksuit. You felt so out of place in the room, and you didn’t know why, maybe it was because you were wearing a formal attire? Everyone glanced back at you over their shoulder, and you would look at them before smiling at them politely. They would then look away with a red faces and maybe whisper something to their friends. Sometimes they would look scared after looking at you and turn their head back around. Shido glared at them with hate at the act of looking at you with hearts in their eyes.

"Quit picking your nose." You whispered, lightly kicking his chair, and so he did, flicking it in a random direction that unfortunately landed on a player's clothes.

You leaned against the wall as Sae was roasting one of the red-headed players, Sendo Shuto. Everyone in the room went silent after Sae listed a life that almost every famous person has, which left Sendo embarrassed. In the blink of an eye, Shido leaped from his chair, jumped on the tables, and slammed Sendo’s head on the table. Your jaw dropped to the floor at the scene as you jolted forward.

"Didn’t I tell this jackass to behave?!"

"Getting all hung up over some titles is lame as hell! You watch your damn mouth, you dumb ass striker!!"

"Sae Itoshi aside—a nobody from who-knows-where like you—doesn’t get to talk to be like that!!" Sendo croaks out angrily before he swings his arm to attack Shido.

"Then I guess you’re the first," Shido says. He was ready to kick Sendo in the head as he did with Rin, and just as you were about to stop his attack, the U-20 captain grabbed his leg before you could.

"Man, you’re really looking down on us." Oliver Aiku pointed out. Shido tried to use his free leg to hit the captain, but Oliver caught it quickly before he swung him to the ground and apprehended Shido, one hand gripping his wrists and the other on his neck. His strength took you aback, and was more impressed as he knew how to apprehend Shido like a police officer.

"You’re even stressing out your pretty manager over there."

He noted, looking at you over his shoulder. Stress was an understatement. You were the embodiment of panicking. You cringed a bit as Oliver called you pretty. He was a womanizer, after all. You would know because last year, one of your third-year seniors’ was dating Oliver, and a few months later, she got dumped by him brutally. You also found many videos and news articles about Oliver’s dating history.

The captain had knocked out Shido, so there won’t be any further problems since the meeting would end soon. You folded your blazer and set it under Shido’s head, with your face flushed in embarrassment and tears almost swelling your eyes as you tried to keep a straight and composed look.

"I’m sorry for his violent behavior—sir." You muttered to the coach who approached you, his face was red in anger at your player's behavior.

"You should have been-!"

"Hey, coach! Don’t be too harsh on the pretty lady!" Oliver interrupted the older man as he swung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close. You and the coach were surprised as he just popped out of nowhere. Oliver then looked at you with a grin.

"His behavior ain’t her fault in the slightest, so chill out."

"What he said."

"Oliver is right. It’s not his managers fault that he hit Sendo, pretty sure she was hoping that he wouldn’t be violent on us."

"This whole thing is his fault, not hers to begin with. Is she the one who told Shido to hit Sendo? Nope." The team players backed up their captain. Who went behind you two, you looked at them with amazement, and they looked at you before looking away shyly. Oliver grinned at his men.

"I know, right~! How do ya call yourself a man if you make a pretty lady cry?" They continued to egg him on until Sae called the coach over and whispered something in his ear that made him freeze up before storming out of the room. You looked at Sae who was approaching you.

"Thanks for that. You didn’t have to do that though—I couldn’t just taken it and went on with my day."

“Its fine. It was wrong for a man to raise his voice at a woman whose not at fault.”

"Sae’s right. We knew it wasn’t your fault. We would hate to see you just take on scolding even though it wasn’t really your fault." Niou reasoned you with a smile and you politely bowed your head and gave the boy a smile.

"Thank you also, umm—?" He was in a trance. He didn’t know how to react as Niou’s mouth was left agape, but he could only think of one thing.

"She’s so beautiful!!" He thought, along with his friends. They have seen various beautiful girls in their careers but not as good-looking as you. It made them blush red whenever they were looking at you.

"Sorry, but I haven’t got any of your names yet. I’m relatively new to football, after all." You laughed, admitting your cluelessness, and scratched the back of your head, and they repressed the urge to just fanboy then and there. Sae kept a neutral face but looked away and faked a cough. Darai looked away and started to mutter prayers to repress the urge to geek out. Niou tried to say his name but couldn’t because he was embarrassed and shy. Nero was hiding behind Niou but kept peeking from his shoulder before retreating behind him and fanning himself so he won’t pass out. Oliver looked at his teams' reactions and sighed before looking back at you.

"Names O-"

"Oh, I already know your name." You interrupted the man and Oliver was a bit shocked before smiling to himself and towards his teammates, who looked at him in shock.

"Is that so~? Am I that famous?"

"You actually dated my senior, her name is Hikari Fujiwara."

It took a few seconds before he remembered the name of one of his exes, a pretty girl she was, but he got bored of her a few weeks into the relationship and broke up with her. Now he was regretting either dating her or breaking up with her after seeing your cold face.

"I-is that so?"

"Yea—she cried to the girls and me saying how brutal your breakup was with her," you stated as you grabbed his arm and moved it away from you, and stepped back.

"I know she’s a bit hard to handle at times, but you didn’t have to just break up with her through text and ghost her after that.” You sighed exasperatingly, and Oliver sweated nervously. You were scolding him like a mother. His teammates looked at him before looking away, not wanting to get involved with him.

"Umm-"

"So, what’s your name?" You interrupted Oliver and looked in Niou’s direction. Oliver’s jaw dropped to the floor as a girl had ignored him for the first time.

"Y-you talkin’ to me?"

"Uh-huh.”

Niou cleared his throat and straightened himself to make himself look presentable in front of you. He gives you a confident smile with pink-tinted cheeks.

"Names Niou Kazuma, n-nice to meet ‘cha!" He mentally slapped himself as he stuttered once more in front of you.

"It’s nice to meet you, Niou-San."

"You don’t have to be formal just call me by my first name, Kazuma."

"Really?" You looked at him with uncertainty but he nodded eagerly at you.

"Yea, I don’t mind!!"

"Alright then, Kazuma." The air was knocked out of his lungs. Niou could faint right then and there and fell face first if it weren’t for Darai catching him as he stumbled back.

The remaining two introduced themselves to you shyly, making you smile in relief. They weren’t as scary as you thought they would be. You, at the very least, hoped Shido would get along with these boys. Although thinking about it, you may be asking too much.

Sae offered to carry Shido to his dorm room, but you tried to assure him it was alright, but he persisted until you let him carry the unconscious gyaru boy towards the private dorm of you and Shido.

“This is it.” You said, pocketing your phone and pulling out a room key, opening the door. You took off your shoes and Shido’s shoes as well. Sae walked towards the nearest bed and laid Shido on the mattress, roughly, that is. He groans as he cranks his shoulder.

“Thank you, Itoshi-kun and I’m sorry for his behavior.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Once again it is his fault not yours.”

“Oh, yea. Thanks for carrying him all the way here, he must’ve been heavy.” You smiled, covering Shido with a blanket.

“He is.” Sae admitted making you laugh lightly. The redhead took notice at the two beds in the room and the makeup bag on the bed over him.

‘Are they—?’ He shook his head at the thought. There was no way they would let you share a room with him. I mean, the higher-ups surely had the decency to let you have your privacy.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, seeing that he was glaring at the bed over him.

“Yes, it’s just—do you and Shido sleep here?”

“Pretty much.”

“What?” He looks at you in disbelief with his eyes wide and his jaw to the floor. You look at him and you understood his reaction.

“I know but don’t worry. I know Shido won’t pull a crazy stunt. I think.”

“I’ll try to get you a private room,” Sae announced. Zipping up his jersey and was about to storm out of your shared dorm room and have a talk with the higher ups. You sprinted over to Sae and blocked his way.

“Don’t worry about it, Itoshi-kun! Ego-San intentionally had us share a room so I can keep a closer eye.”

“A bit too close.”

“Trust me. This is for the best. I received way too many complaints from Shido’s last team.” You reasoned with him. Getting approached by his teammates, from his loud snoring to the threats that he would murder them in their sleep in the most grotesque ways possible and later play it off as a joke. It’s safe to say his teammates didn’t feel safe being in the same room as him. He looks at you with uncertainty but takes your word for it. Sae soon left, and you got to work, making an email about today's events and sending it to Ego and Anri.

Shido stirs away from the sound of the keyboard clicking. He left a pondering headache bloom in the right side of his head, where he slammed on. He raised his head and saw a blurry image of you sitting on a bed and balancing your drink on your boobs.

“That arch, though.” You stopped typing after hearing Shido speak. You abruptly stopped drinking and slowly turned in his direction with wide eyes. Shido still looked groggy, his eyes blinking like a frog and droll dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“How’re you feeling? You’ve been out for an hour now.” You said. Hopping out of bed, you opened the mini fridge and gave Shido a water bottle. He twisted the cap open and drank the entirety of the water.

“‘m fine- OW!!” Shido whines after feeling a painful tug on his ear. You glared at the blond-haired boy with pink tips as you let go of your grip.

“Why’d you do that for?!”

“Do you realize how much trouble you’re in?” You huffed, standing up from the bed and anxiously paced around the room.

“What were you thinking, slamming Sendo Shuto’s face on the table?!

“Just felt like it.” Shido shrugged, and you felt your blood pressure going higher. You looked at Shido in disbelief and anger before you angrily sighed.

“I could care less about how you act around other people, but this is serious, Shido. That shitty coach has been chewing me out because of your behavior toward that strawberry-haired kid!” You ranted about what happened that past hour with no breaks, and Shido only looked at you as you paced around the room with a twinge of guilt in his heart.

Perhaps he took it just a little bit too far.

“Sorry, manager—” he whispers lowly after you finish your rant that left you out of breath. You turned to Shido, who genuinely looked remorseful, and your anger slowly simmered down. As you sighed, you rummaged through your duffel bag.

“It’s all in the past now. All that matters is that you make things right. I want you to make amends so that your time can be tolerable. Got that, Shido?”

“Mm.”

“Shido.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes with a pout. You tossed him the U-20 uniform that was given to you by the higher ups.

“Get changed. We’ll be going out once you’re finished.” Shido inspected the uniform and looked at you with a smile that you know all too well. You gave him a suspicious look, “what?”

“To think that my dear manager would want me to get changed in front of her. Not that I don’t mind, though~!” As he drew the bottom part of his shirt over his chest, you threw a pillow at him with a crazed blush on your face, “In the bathroom, you cockroach!!”

“Names Shido Ryusui, m’ 18 and, uh,” Shido trailed his words off and tried to think about another thing about himself. The U-20 players weren’t impressed with Shido’s half-assed attempt at an introduction. Sendo was burning holes into Shido’s head ad grits his teeth in anger at the man who attacked him.

“Oh yea. Under lashes senior picked me from blue lock cause of my skills for sum’ like that.” Now that got their attention.

“You’re from that ridiculous project?” One of the players scoffed in disbelief, “The two of us are, but rest assured,” you suddenly spoke as you entered the field in a new outfit, which you moved more capably in.

“We aren’t here for the reasons you’re thinking. As Shido said he was here because Sae wanted him to play in the same team. Nothing more, nothing less.” You explained to the group with Sae, who was trailing behind you, and they hesitatingly nodded. You then looked at Shido and gave him the signal making him sigh begrudgingly. He then looks at the strawberry-haired guy he attacked an hour ago and Sendo looks back at Shido with a glare.

“So about our first, like, interaction. Umm, did sum’ thinking and—” Shido sighs heavily and looks back at you. You looked at him beggingly, and he didn’t have the heart to ignore you, so he looked back at Sendo with his pride swallowed, “Sorry for hitting ya, dude. No hard feelings, though, right?”

Sendo left his blood vessel pop at his unapologetic tone as he was about to retort, his eyes diverted to your direction, and his words were caught up in his throat. He looked at his captain and Oliver gave him a look.

“It’s no big deal—” he mumbled angrily, “are you feeling better, or are you still in pain, Shuto-San?” You asked to the boy, and he jumped back, hearing your gentle and worrying voice.

“Ahh, errr, yea!”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you can look past Shido’s behavior and get along with him just for training, if you don’t mind.” You whispered to him, and his face turned bright red once you stepped closer and nodded vigorously.

“So why’re you with Sae, dear manager~?” Shido asks in a bittersweet tone, giving the older Itoshi a stink eye which he returns.

“Ego-San called me a few minutes back and told me to print some papers to have the coach sign them. I just so happen to bump into him while I was coming to the field.”

“You had me worried cause you suddenly disappeared from OUR SHARED DORM ROOM.” Shido raised his voice at the last four words, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and embracing you. He looks over your head and bathes in the jealous gaze of the players. You huffed and pushed yourself away, “alright, Shido. Get ready for training.”

“Yes, ma’am~! ♡” he jogs towards the players and stands next to Sae, who gives him an eye roll, “both of you, good luck with your training. I hope that the two of you can get along with each other and make cool passes.” You grinned sweetly at them, and they nodded with pink clouds on their cheeks.

“Oh and U-20?” They turned to your direction so fast that they almost gave their neck a whiplash. Giving their full attention to you.

“Good luck with training also. I hope your practice goes smoothly with Shido.” You smiled brightly at them, and they were on cloud nine as they all yelled a yes. Now, they were all pumped up to training.

“Where do you think (name) is?” Chigiri asks Isagi beside him. He and some other players were chilling in the cafeteria since it was their break time. Isagi hums and balances himself on the back legs of the chair.

“Dunno, Ego-San said that she was busy doing some things. You know where she went, Bachira?”

“No clue. Haven’t seen her at dinner also.” Bachira responds with a sigh, missing their manager immensely, “should we ask the other managers? Maybe they have a clue where she is.”

“We tried but all of them said they don’t know where she went.” Chigiri noted. Growing ever so curious where their manager was. You never left without telling anybody and if you did, it was because you had a quick errand to do.

“Knowing (name) she’s probably busy right now. Our match is in 3 weeks from now, all of the staff must be busy with preparations.” Reo said, going to sit across them with Nagi trailing behind him, eyes glued to his phone.

“Hopefully her work will finish sooner. Cant wait for her to compliment my skills!!”

“What makes you think she’ll compliment you, Bachira? It’s obvious that her attention would be on me. After all, I am the fastest among us.”

“As if Princess!! She was much more amazed by my meta vision.” The four argued among themselves as Nagi ignored the four and continued to scroll through Twitter. He grew bored with the games and decided to look through the world's most toxic app. He stops at a specific post after seeing a familiar set of (hair color) locks. He took a closer look at the post and saw that the girl being posted had her back facing the camera and had the same hair as you but was tied up, and upon further examination, he saw that the girl's skin color was similar to yours.

The caption of the post was: I’m literally gonna scream cry and moan rn someone save me

‘She kinda looks like (name)…’

Nagi clicked on the account and went to their tweets, and saw that it was their most recent post. Now Nagi was a simple man. He wasn’t the type to put effort into anything, but if it were about you, maybe it would be worth it. So he scrolled up and saw that the account belonged to a U-20 player. Nagi searched for his mutual friends and clicked on the first name that appeared on the list.

Nagi didn’t bother looking at the bio or the name and immediately scrolled down at the user's most recent tweet, and he grew pale.

It was a picture of you and the player. Said player’s face matched his hair color and awkwardly formed a peace sign near his face, and you were beside him with your hair in the same hairstyle as the previous post he came across. You smiled sweetly at the camera with a peace sign, leveling your eyes.

And the captain said: OMG SHE AGREED FOR A PICUTEE IM SO FUCKING LUCKYY WLNFKENDKWMDK SHES SO PRETTY AND SMELLS GOOD WTF???

“What’s wrong, Nagi? You look like you’re gonna kill someone.” Reo pointed out and Nagi lifted his gaze from his phone, “cause I am. Look.”

Ego was having a peaceful afternoon in his dark office, drinking the tea you bought while out with Anri. He had decided to try it since drinking coke was getting boring, and it wasn’t so bad. The man takes another sip of his tea and sighs, looking at the monitors as the remaining players were doing their own thing since it was break time.

‘It’s a bit peaceful now-’

And just like how the word quiet shouldn’t be said in the hospital, Reo, Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, and Isagi came barging into his office as if they owned the place.

“Ego-San, we need to talk to you!!” The man sighs heavily and slams the cup on his desk. “What the fuck do you brats want?”

“The U-20 team kidnapped and brainwashed (name)!!!” Bachira sobs, wiping away the tears from his eyes, which proved useless as more poured out. The dribbler pushed the phone toward Ego’s face. It was a post where you were sitting right side of the table with a smile on your face, and the rest of the table was filled to the brim with U-20 players.

“We have to save her!”

“Reo go hire an assassin!”

“What the fuck makes you think I can easily hire an assassin?!”

“Cause you’re rich?”

“Ego-san, I’ll give you my phone in exchange of letting me out of blue lock and directing me to where (name) is. I’ll get her back in no time.”

“(NAME)!!” The boys were a mess. Bachira was sobbing in a corner while Isagi, Chigiri, and Nagi were pressuring Reo to hire an assassin to save their beloved manager. Reo was already dialing his fathers' number on Nagi’s phone and was waiting for him to pick up.

“Hello? Dad?”

Ego looked at the boys with an unamused expression and sipped his tea.

‘Fucking simps.’

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This took way too long bro. May 16 and I’m posting this in August 19, I procrastinated way to damn long and this minin fanfic sucks, this was supposed to be a bit more longer but I think I’m pushing it 😭😭

All joes aside, hope you guys like it! Reblogs are much appreciated!! <3

-@chxxrybxxmb

MY BOY COOKED YALL HE FREAKING COOKED unlike a certain someone *cough* ness *cough*

: ̗̀➛ Met the professionals

Synopsis: after winning the U-20 match, Ego starts planning the third phase of the project and you were requested to come back a few days earlier than the players for a quick briefing and to introduce you the new people that you would be working with.

Reader is 18.

Warnings: fem!reader, English and Japanese honorifics, swearing, reader has a little brother, suggestive comment, reader wears a dress and has makeup on, flirting, hottest dilfs alive and Micheal Kaiser.

Ego in his sugar daddy era???

“How’re you, Ego-San? I hope that you’ve been eating well for the past two weeks since I wasn’t here to cook for you.” You grinned kindly at your boss, entering the high tech office. Placing your handbag on the table, Ego doesn’t look at you and continues to immerse himself in important data.

“What’re you my mother? I don’t need you to look after me.”

“If I don’t look after you, who’ll make Japan win the World Cup?” You sassed. Approaching the table the looked at the holographic data floating mid air. You still wonder to yourself how much money went into this and how high tech this all was.

“Anri-San told me over the phone that I should come back a few days earlier than the players, when I tell you that those boys-”

“Ah, ah.” He raises his hand over to your mouth, stopping you from saying anything and you huffed, sitting on the tables edge. “Alright, tell me-” A holographic screen slides to your direction, revealing the information before you.

“The third phase of this match is called the Neo Egoist League. Where players pick a team that matches their skills. This phase will introduce a variety of investments, including high salaries, various offers from different teams all over Europe to play in their leagues, and so many more,” you click on the icon, Germany and saw the familiar face of the one who beat Messi in a match from three years ago.

“Noel Noa…?”

“Oh, yeah. The teams the players will choose are England, Germany, Italy, France, and Spain. Each European team is an S-class team led by the most exceptional strikers…I think you already know them.” Cue for the familiar faces of famous football players to come into the screen. Chris Prince, Lavinho, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy, and the familiar face of Julian Loki.

“After the players pick their respective teams, they will be separated into different stratums or buildings. Anri-Chan will be sending you the rest of the details. Don’t embarrass yourself when you’re up close with them.” He says, giving you a side eye as you stare at a picture of Snuffy. You immediately snapped back to your senses and swiped away the image of the Italian footballer.

“I-I won’t! What makes you say that?!” He huffs and pushes you off the table.

“Unpack your things and help the other staff with room preparations. You will be preparing for five teams with twenty plus players. Go away.” You huffed at him and fixed your clothes. “Can’t you be more gentle?! Geez!”

“What’s this?” You looked at the white box, wrapped with a black bow that Anri handed to you, she looks very excited you took notice. She beams at you as you placed it on the dining table.

“Open it! Ego-San got it for us.”

“That Vector look-a-like got us something? Are you sure he’s alright? Should I call a doctor?” You worried turned to the older woman. Cue for Ego to smack you on the back of you of your head with a file.

“Ow!”

“Be grateful, you waste of talent. I’m pretty sure you don’t have anything decent to wear.” He hissed, pointing at your working clothes and you gasped dramatically.

“These are my working clothes, asshat! I can’t run around working in a mini skirt.”

“Oh, come on, Ego-San. (Name)-Chan just got back and you’re already picking a fight with her!” Anri scolds the two of you, pulling both her boss and colleague apart before they tear each other apart. “Just open the gift and tell me if it fits. Don’t approach me if it isn’t your style.” Ego spoke, going into the kitchen to prepare himself yet another instant ramen packet.

“If it fits?” You thought a bit confused. Did he buy you clothes? Or maybe it’s a new staff uniform, either way, you pulled on the strands of the ribbon, making it come undone. You then lifted the cover and saw some white paper covering, Anri was squealing excited next to you. Moving away some of the wrapping, you soon realized that Ego had bought you a designer dress.

You took out the dress from the box and looked at it with eyes peeled open. Ego, your harsh boss, had bought you a dress that was totally your style and in your favorite color? Is the world ending?

“Omg, Ego-San, it looks beautiful on her, definitely (name)’s style!” Anri gushed at the man who didn’t respond. As you continued to admire the dress and its intricate appearance, Ego cleared his throat.

“Do the two of you have any jewelry?”

“I only brought a few earrings with me, nothing special.”

“The ones that I’m wearing, I don’t change into anything different unless it’s a special occasion.” You and Anri answered. You wondered why Ego bought you an expensive dress and asking you about jewelry, all he ever talked about was football not fashion.

“Ego-San, what’s with the dress? I don’t think I can wear this to anywhere and this must’ve been expensive!”

“Is that really what you have to say…?” You shut up and looked at Ego and his unusual behavior. He sounded a bit disappointed as he slurped on his noodles. You grinned at the realization and brought the dress to your chest.

“Thank you, Ego-San, truly.” You could’ve sworn you saw a smile on his face. “Are you smiling, Ego-San-?”

“Being delusional has its fucking limits, kid.”

“I may be delulu but my eyes aren’t lying, c’mon admit it, boss!” You continue to tease as he continues to deny your claims. Anri smiles at this interaction. For once you weren’t spouting insults at each other or trying to kill each other.

“Shut the fuck up and take this.” Ego had enough and tossed you and Anri small bags of yet again designer, products. You then looked at Ego and then at Anri. “In all seriousness, why’re you gifting us these and where did you get the money of all of this? Last I remembered, we ran out of funds cause of the second selection.”

“After winning the match, sponsors came flooding in to support the project. Hence the brands and how we’re able to afford those teams to collaborate with us.” Anri explains. Looking at the Selim Mouzannar box in her hands with bulging eyes. You had a similar reaction as her as you look at the Azlee brand necklace on your hands.

“You didn’t really have to buy us so much…”

“I wonder how much of this costs…”

“I only bought you both heels. The dresses, jewelry and makeup were gifts from the coaches.”

“…are they looking for a sugar baby?” Anri and Ego smacked you on the back of the head.

“You look so beautiful, (name)-Chan!!”

“Have you seen yourself, Anri-San? You look like you’re going to the met gala!” The red-haired woman blushes as your compliment. She wore a red satin floor length dress with off shoulders. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw a different person. You looked even more beautiful with the makeup on with lips were colored in lipstick. Your dress hugged every curve of your body and the jewelry made you look mature and expensive.

All in all, you look like you were going to a ball. Like a Princess.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.”

“I… I’m scared I’m gonna ruin this dress, like, what if I accidentally spill food or drinks on me?!” You continued on with your nervous rant about possibly ruining the dress, she sighs and grabs you the shoulders, pushing her face closer to yours. “(Name)-Chan, nothing is going to happen to you or the dress! They gave you this dress and it’s your choice what to do with it.”

She reasons and you nodded tentatively. She smiles and picked up her handbag, so did you.

“I’m amazed Ego-San wanted to host a welcome party of the teams.”

“I was actually the JFU who arranged this occasion.” You looked at Anri as if she grew a second head and laughed uncertainly. “Ahaha… really?”

“Really.”

“Like… really, really?” She nods and you scoffed. “Now that he lost our little bet, he’s sucking up to us? Serves him right for doubting us.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen how Ego-San reacted when the president told him about hosting a welcome party!” Hand in arm, the two women were immersed in their conversation as they walked down the dystopian-core hallways of blue lock and exited the premises where a wagoneer jeep waited in the entrance.

“I think Ego-San is indulging himself a little bit too much.”

“That car was sent by the JFU, dumbass.” Ego sighs as he walked out from the glass doors, clad in a navy blue suit with a bolo football tie. He didn’t look all that much to different from his usual getup. The suit was reminiscent of the one he wore in the U-20 match.

You immediately noticed at the bolo tie was a little loose and went in front of him, taking a hold of the tie. Ego seemed surprised at the sudden closeness and pulled away.

“What the hell?”

“Stand still, your tie looks sloppy…” You murmured, tightening it. Ego sighs and lifts his head a little to give you space, Anri smiles in amusement at this rare moment between the two of you. Like a daughter fixing her fathers tie before he goes off to work. It was adorable in her opinion.

You pulled away and looked pleased with Ego’s appearance with a smile. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s.”

You looked at awe at the building where the welcome party was taking place. You initially thought it was going to be at blue lock but apparently JFU didn’t deem your building fancy enough and held the welcome party at a five star hotel. As you wrapped your arm around Anri’s forearm, you peered through the city of Tokyo from the glass window of the elevator. It looked like a sparkling jewelry box from up there. The doors open and Anri pulls you along with her.

Anxiety emptied your stomach as your hands grew sweaty around Anri’s plushy arm. The older woman looks at you with a gentle smile that made your worries go away. You then looked Ego who had his hands on the large doors in front of you three, he looks at the two of you and you nodded confidently.

Ego pushes the doors open and you were welcomed by a flood of overlapping chatter, elegant women dressed in designer clothing and men stood tall and erect in their identical-looking suits. The hall looked massive with a balcony on the right side of the room.

Everyone stopped with what they were doing and bore their eyes into the three of you. Now you felt like you were going to throw up if they continue to stare at you any longer.

“If it isn’t the mastermind behind this amazing project!” You heard a boisterous voice boom your ears. You looked up and saw the fat rodent that is the president of the JFU waddling his way towards your direction. The feeling of nausea was replaced with disgruntled feeling as you held on Anri’s arm a little tighter.

“Chairmen, thank you for arranging this welcome party for the teams.” Ego thanked the bloated tanuki. He was uncharacteristically polite. Your brows furrowed deeper and the corners of your mouth tilts down as he glanced at you and Anri, he gulps and looks back the bull-cut-haired man.

“I-it’s the least we can do. Because with blue lock, I know we can win the World Cup with your guidance!” He spoke and the others in the room erupted in praises and applause.

“We’ll be doing our best to do so. Thank you for financially supporting our project.” Anri replied with a light bow and so did you, “I’ll be supporting the players as best as I can since I’m the manager and all of that.”

The chairmen then usher the three of you to the rest of the JFU members for some reason. You didn’t talk all that much and looked around the banquet hall, “tell me, (name)-Chan. How the players generally act?”

“Generally act?”

“What’s their behavior towards the other players? I’m quite curious.” One of the members asked. You tried to think of an answer without revealing the fact that everyone is at each other's throats, “well, they remain respectful to each other, off and on the field,” that was a bit of a lie considering Isagi calling Baro a donkey mid-game.

“They work hard and dedicate themselves, body and soul to the sport. They accept defeats to grow better not only as a player but as a person.” You replied truthfully this time, fiddling with the fabric of the dress. They took your word for it and seemed intrigued by your answers with nods and hums.

“And how do they act towards you? Since you’re one of the many female managers after all.” They smirked with suggestion. You sucked in the corner of your bottom lip to avoid snapping at him. What was even going through their sick heads? Do they want this project to end with just one sexual speculation?

“Respect… we maintain a distance that is manager and player. We don’t have a rather close and intimate relationship with each other.” That was a bit of a lie. The players acted relatively close to you but still maintained a respectable presence with you.

Aryu runs his hands in your hair while complimenting your makeup and outfit. Chigiri would ask you to play with his hair. You were terrible at it, but he didn’t mind. Otoya would constantly flirt and ask for your number. Karasu and Yukimiya would save you from him. Baro, Kunigami, and all the other boys would try to pitch in to help you. Bachira would always hug you whenever you entered the room. Nagi trails behind you like a lost puppy, along with Reo, who would talk your ear off about the stock market and ask you to go out on a date with him once he’s out of blue lock.

And so many more, the boys acted like you were friends at school which made you feel comfortable with your stay and you really appreciated the boys and their behavior towards you.

“Is that so? Nothing-?”

“Hey, shithead. Do you think it’s a good idea to ask a girl who's 18 if she’s having intimate relations with a bunch of guys who are 18 and below? That’s fucking disgusting.” Ego spat in a whisper to the man as he pulled you by the wrist and hid you behind him. Your eyes widen as well as the JFU member, and he stammers out an apology that Ego didn’t take so kindly.

You looked up at Ego as he glared in disgust at the man. With your heart beating against your chest as if it wanted to break free, sweat pooling into the palm of your heads, you pulled on Ego’s cuffs, and he turned his attention towards you.

“Ego-San, let’s not cause a scene…” you whispered lowly, gesturing to your side. Spectators were turning their heads at the three of you, who were drawn to what you were discussing. Ego looks at you, then back at the man. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he clicked his tongue and gestured for you to follow him.

“Don’t show your putrid face to me or my staff.” He hissed before walking away from the man with eyes following your every move like owls, but one look from Ego, and they returned to their conversations.

“Ego-San… thank you for doing that. I greatly appreciate it.” You spoke, pulling on the mans wrist. He stops and looks at you before flicking your forehead. “The hell?!”

“Be more careful next time when you encounter nosey pigs like him-”

“So you do have a heart in there, Jinpachi Ego.” You heard a voice state amused from behind. You couldn’t understand what he was saying. It sounded like German. You whirled around and saw the mystery man.

It was Noel Noa. Clad in a suit and bow tie. He had a stoic and serious expression with an ever-present frown on his lips, gold eyes dull into Ego’s obsidian pair of eyes before he shifted his focus to you and then back to him. When both your eyes met, you felt your heart rate go faster than ever before.

It was the Noel Noa. In the flesh! The greatest striker in the world, standing in front of you!!

You have seen this man in your television or phone but seeing him in the flesh was whole new experience.

‘Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg-’

“What’s that supposed to mean, you stoic robot?” Ego hissed in German. You looked back and forth between the two. They seemed to know each other, you observed as they casually conversed with each other. “Seeing how you stood up for your female employee is out of character. I thought you weren’t Ego when I saw you.”

“Do you know each other, Ego-San?”

“In a way. Wear these. You’ll need it when communicating with the other coaches.” Ego fished out a small black box that had Blue Lock’s symbol on it. You took it from his grasp and opened the box. There were black wireless earbuds.

“Earbuds?”

“Reo Mikage’s family had decided to sponsor Blue Lock and give us one of their products. That being translator earbuds, it’s light and won’t come off no matter how much you move around, and it’s hardly noticeable.” You wore it, and it almost felt unnoticeable. You then turned to the striker and slight bow.

“What is Ego Jinpachi like at work, Ms.Manager?” You were a little shocked, hearing him speak so clearly in Japanese with a believable accent. These earbuds are something else.

“O-oh, well. He can very harsh and would constantly criticize you for the littlest thing.”

“That’s accurate enough.”

“You damn brat.”

“I’m (name) (last name), Mr.Noa. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I’ve heard many things about you from Ego.”

“Good or bad?”

“A bit of both.” You sighed hearing his quick response.

“Although, he often notes how you go above and beyond with your work despite being so young,” Noa mentioned—taking a sip of his champagne. You worked up hearing his statement and looked at Ego, who didn’t meet your eyes.

“Ego-San sometimes shares with me his instant noodles and such.” On occasion, when you would be busy with your work, Ego would always make you some instant noodles for a snack to go with your work. It touched your heart as he did care for you after all. (Before he berates you for doing absolutely nothing)

“How… amusing.” Noel glances at his friend, whose eyes softened by a fraction. The striker was quick to take a champagne glass from a waiter's tray and hand it to you.

“Ms. (Last name), you wouldn’t mind if you left your boss and me alone for a while? So we can talk a little about this passion project of his.”

“Of course, have fun.” You whispered before walking away from the two men, placing a hand above your beating heart, and your lips formed a shaky smile—excitement and adrenaline running through your veins. You did your darn best to keep your smile under wraps in favor of showing a calm and professional side of you to the man himself.

“I need to tell Anri-San about this—!” You spun your head from left to right to find the red-haired woman, but you saw her surrounded by sponsors, with Anri conversing seriously with them.

You decided to calm your excitement down and walked around the ballroom. You had to admit, this was something you would see in a movie. The piano was playing in the middle room; you were drawn to its alluring melody, and before you knew it, you were in front of the grand piano while admiring pianist playing.

“Are you into classical music, Miss?” A man purrs into your ear from behind. You recoiled away upon feeling a person's hot breath against your ear. “Haha! Didn’t mean to scare you there, lovely.”

The man had short, curly blond hair, sapphire blue eyes and a mole in the corner of his right lip. He had a well-built body, the suit fitting snuggly in his body. He was taller than you, your head level with his chest.

“I don’t think it’s good manners to suddenly whisper into someone’s without even introducing yourself.” You retorted lightly at the man, and he raised his hands in a playful gesture. “Sorry, miss. I thought I saw a diamond in the corner of my eyes.”

He confessed with a lazy grin. You sighed softly at his attempt at flirting, and you looked back at him. He seemed familiar like you’d seen him before.

“Maybe it’s because of my necklace.”

“I wouldn’t think that if I were you, lovely.” He winks at you, you left a bit uncomfortable with him. “Umm, I just turned 18, I’m not that to comfortable with someone older by a few years older than me…”

“Ahahaha!! Just wait until the fans see this, Chrissy!” A boisterous voice boomed from across the room. A man with tanned skin and wild blond hair, swung his arm over to Chrissy. He wore a black suit with a gold blouse, some of the buttons undid to reveal his chest tattoos.

“You were the one who told me to do it! Miss, I am truly sorry.”

“No, he’s not. He was, like ‘dude, check out that girl with in that dress, she super fine, ‘m gonna go talk to her and hold my drink.’ Basically.” The man matter of factly. Chrissy’s jaw dropped and looked at you who was trying to process this information.

“Lavinho, you’re this worst!”

Wait, Lavinho? As in that famous Brazilian dribbler? Whose representing the Spanish team Barcha?

“You’re… Lavinho?” You spoke and the man turns to you before grinning ear-to-ear. He took your hand and bowed.

“In the flesh, pretty lady! Man, am I lucky to have gorgeous woman like you to know my name. It’s an honor.” He boasts to himself before he grabbed his friend by the arm.

“By the way, this is Chris Prince! But call him Chrissy, though, it’s cute right? Chrissy, Chrissy~”

“Oh my gosh, can you stop? You’re embarrassing me in front of her!” Chris Prince, commonly known as worlds no.2, whispered harshly into Lavinho’s ear, who blew raspberries into his face.

“Oh my gosh, are you immature!” You couldn’t help but laugh at their shenanigans. You never expected them to be this carefree in person. It was fun!

“Let’s calm down now.” You cooed at them, trying to stop Chris from pulling on Lavinho’s collar. “What the lady said, Chrissy. Calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“Says who?”

As Chris was about to strangle Lavinho, you hurriedly took him by the arm and tried to anchor him down with your body weight.

“Let’s calm down! We wouldn’t want to attract too much attention now, do we?” You stammered nervously as the crowd’s eyes were on the three of you. How many times has it already been since the attention was suddenly focused on you.

“You heard the lady, Princey-”

“That includes you, Mr.Lavinho.” He looks at you with shock and Chris glanced at Lavinho with a victorious smirk.

“He’s such a wild person, isn’t he, lovely?”

“A little bit.”

“What?!”

“But not in a bad way.”

“I knew I could trust in you, pretty lady!” Lavinho laughed as he slamming his palms on your shoulders making you wince.

“I hope you can forgive me for that initial greeting, miss?”

“Oh, right. I never introduced myself! My name is (name) (last name) and I’m the manager of Blue lock. It’s a pleasure meeting you both, Mr.Lavinho and Mr.Prince. And it’s alright, Mr.Prince. You didn’t do anything if offense anyway. You briefly introduced yourself with a bow and a smile.

“Oh~! So you’re the woman glasses mentioned we would be working with! Nice to meet you too. Hope we can work together soon!” Lavinho grinned as did Chris.

“Are you a model by any chance? I mean, you have the potential one.” Chris asked curiously. Your posture and beauty were very much similar to models. He would know as he posed with some female models in the past.

“I actually did some modeling jobs when I was 16. Although I’m currently on a break.”

“Ha! I knew it! A beautiful girl like you would be scouted sooner or later. Hey, how about we do a shoot-?”

“She told you she was taking a break from the cameras, Chris.” Another man reminded to the English man with a sigh as he came from behind you and smiled at you apologetically. He had short blond hair and large emerald green eyes with a very well defined nose.

“I’m so sorry about him, Ms.(name). Please don’t let him bother you.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind doing a shoot with him.”

“See?! It’s almost impossible to say no to this handsome face.” Chris laughs. Pulling out a hand mirror and admires himself, smiling at the mirror and winking at himself.

“Is he… usually like that?”

“Sadly.”

“You seem to know me.”

“I happen to overhear you introducing yourself, my name is Marc Snuffy. Call me Snuffy. It’s a pleasure meeting one of Blue Lock’s beautiful managers.” Snuffy grinned kindly at you making your heart skip a beat.

“Beautiful? Now, I think that’s a stretch!”

“Not what the posts say about you.” He laughs lightly, pulling out a phone to reveal screenshots of a Tiktok comment section filled with compliments and love towards you.

“I must say, the media quite likes you after those little videos with you and Pablo Cavasoz dancing.” You glowered in embarrassment as you remembered the famous baby-face Argentina player, who was mysteriously drawn to you and dragged you to Harajuku with you to film Tiktok dance video’s in the middle of the street or inside the stores and to go shopping.

Never again were you going to be bribed with food and a promise of manicures.

“I-I’m honestly flattered that you think that way, Mr.Snuffy. Thank you. You’re Uber’s coach, right?”

"Correct and I hope my team wouldn't be too much of a trouble to deal with." He jokes lightly making you laugh.

"Have you seen my players? They would be at each other's throats if I look away for a couple of seconds! Like my Rin and Isagi for example."

"Considering the fact that your no.10 dodged a hug from 11... I'd say that their relationship is..."

"Rough? Absolutely."

"We all have those friends." You and continues to conversed at one another about your teams along with his. Snuffy is quite the gentleman you noted. Very polite and respectful.

"Yo, Snuffy. When're we gonna go back to the dorms, 'm tired." You heard someone complain. A man with messy black hair with purple tips and dark purple eyes, laid his head on the Uber's captain's shoulder with a sigh. You rubbed your eyes to wear off any drowsiness as you thought the man had gold teeth for a second.

"It's only 10 pm, Lorenzo and button up your shirt." Snuffy scolded Lorenzo who groaned but stopped midway as he saw you. "Who's this pretty lady, Snufs?"

"Her name is (name) and she's Blue Lock's manager. Be kind."

"Isn't she on the news one time? Like people thought she was Pablo's girlfriend or stuff." You sunk on the floor in embarrassment, remembering the countless news articles that you were his girlfriend. You even got a call from your father who was pissed at you for keeping your not-boyfriend a secret.

"Erm, I'm actually not his girlfriend... hehe, it was an misunderstanding."

"Huh, really?"

"Yup, the media assumed that we were dating just from a few videos of us dancing and doing some sightseeings around Harajuku."

"I see. So yer gonna be our new manager?"

"As far as I know, yea."

"Let's be friends then! Snuf, 'mma borrow her real quick." Lorenzo immediately went towards you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and waved goodbye at Snuffy who told the two of you to have fun.

"Names Don Lorenzo but just call me whatever you want since we're gonna be friends and all."

"Alright, Mr-"

"And no Mister and all that title shit, just call me Lorenzo or whatever- oh! Snuffy does call me Donny at times."

"So is Lorenzo alright with you?"

"Totes." Lorenzo was quite the character. He's friendly and a laidback type of guy, you felt at ease just by being with him as you started to slip from your professional mode. You were enjoying yourself with Lorenzo as the two of you conversed with other topics other than football.

"By the way, are this gold grills on your teeth?" You asked curiously. The two of you were seated a couch with a plate of crackers, cheese and caramel popcorn. He stops eating the popcorn and pulled on the corner of his mouth to give you a full view of his gold teeth.

"These babies? Nah, before all of this, i was some homeless kid on the streets of Italy, begging and robbin' people of their money until Snuffy came into my life askin' me if I wanna play football with him,"

"I was like, 'what's up with this dude? He crazy as fuck,' so then I was like 'replace my rotten teeth with golden ones' and do you know what he did afterwards?"

"He immediately dragged you to the nearest dentist and had it replaced with gold teeth?"

"Exactly! You're so smart." Lorenzo praises, throwing popcorn in the air and caught some with his mouth while also missing some, which you then picked up from the couch and ate it so it won't go to waste.

"Who knew that Mr.Snuffy is such a kind man."

"Kindest in the world. He's the type of person to not give up on others just cause." The player says fondly. You grabbed your champagne glass and felt it was unusually light, you then saw that it was empty. "I'm out of champagne. I'll go grab some more."

"Nah, I'll do it. You sit your pretty self here."

"Thanks but I can handle it, Lorenzo." You pat his shoulder before taking off with your empty glass and towards the bar for a quick refill.

You arrived at the bar and leaned against the counter. "Excuse me but can I get a refill in champagne? Non-alcoholic if there is."

"In a second."

"Can I get a martini?" Someone ask beside you. You glanced at them saw the familiar fluffy hair of brown to purple beside you.

"Are you... Alexis Ness from Bastard Munchen, by any chance?" The man beside you perks up upon hearing his name and turned to you with a nod and a kind grin.

"Yes and you're?"

"(Name) (last name). One of Blue lock's managers. It's nice to see you this evening, Mr.Ness."

"Please no need to call me Mister, just call me Ness and the pleasure is all mine.”

“Ness it is then. About that match with (club name), you did a good job out there.” You praise the player. You watched his match with (club name) a few weeks ago and was amazed at Ness’s clean assist and passes to a star player in his team.

“Really? I didn’t do all that much, it was all-”

“Why would you say that? Your assists were clean and quick. Not even the other players knew you would do it.” You interrupted Ness, and you meant every word you said. He looks at you in shock before red soon blossoms on his cheeks.

“You really think so?”

“Yea, although… I do have a tiny teeny problem…” Ness frowns upon hearing your last words. He had hoped he would gain a fan after all his hard work, but it seemed his efforts-

“That you didn’t score any goals!” Now that left him confused.

“E-excuse me?”

“You’re obviously a great player with amazing dribbling and passing skills, so why don’t you use it score your own goals? I mean, seriously, I hoped you would score that last goal before you passed to number 10.” You went on a little rant, and Ness stood there in awe with your words.

You weren’t focused with Kaiser but instead your attention was on Ness and even wanted him to score goals!

His heart started to beat even faster when you were praising his work and sets of skills. Ness looked up and got a good look at you, he had to admit, you were very beautiful in that dress.

“Kaiser is Bastard Munchen’s Ace so we dedicate all of the goals towards him.”

“But isn’t that letting your own skills go to waste? You’re hindering yourself just so that your number 10 can win. How about this?” You grabbed Ness by the arm and sat him on the stools, and you sat across him. Leaning towards his shoulder, you narrowed the distance of your lips to his ears. Ness’s heartbeat grew increasingly erratic as you drew closer. He felt your hot breath against the shell of his ear and smelled the perfume in your skin, blending with the champagne you were drinking.

“Your ace knows that you would be passing to him for every game, no?”

“Yes…”

“And I’m also sure that the rest of your team along with Mr.Noa would be aware of this fact. What I’m trying to say is that,”

“When trying to pass to your beloved Ace, change course and score the goal for yourself. I’m sure the opposing team would also know about your play style. Therefore, they would surround your ace to prevent a successful pass from approaching him.” You explained with a mischievous smile after seeing Ness’s shocked expression. Gone was his ear-to-ear grin as it was replaced with an open mouth.

“B-but Kaiser-”

“So what about him? He can score his own goals if he’s your so-called ace. Ness, you’re an amazing player, but you lack the independence of one or, rather… the ego of one. Omg… I’m starting to sound like Ego-San.” You pulled away from Ness and seriously contemplated your words. Ness, however, was silent as he let your words sink deep into his consciousness. You looked at Ness’s blank face, and yours swelled in embarrassment.

He probably didn’t understand your rambling. Even when you thought you sounded cool saying it!! You stood hastily after the bartender finally refilled your drink and cleared your throat.

“I probably wasn’t making any sense. This is more on Ego-San’s department. Forget I said anything, Ness-”

“No… I was hoping you could explain more about this ego. Please… I want to learn more about it, Ms.(name).” Ness took hold of your wrist and slightly tightened his grip on you. His tone… it sounded like he was begging you.

You stared at the B.M player with a conflicting mindset as you looked between your drink and Ness.

“So this is why my drink has been taking a long time. I didn’t know you were busy flirting with a girl, Ness.” A man purrs condescendingly as he struts towards you both. Ness reluctantly lets go of your wrist and looks shamefully to the side. “So-”

“And who is this lovely lady keeping you company, hm?” The man in front of you grinned at Ness. He had blond hair styled into a long mullet with blue fades. He wore a dark blue suit and matched it with a tie. Something was peeking from his collar, but you couldn’t determine what it was, probably a tattoo or something.

“(Name) (last name), one of the managers of Blue Lock, and I take it that you’re Kaiser?” His smile grows as his name rolls out from your tongue, and he takes your hand, fluttering his lips over your knuckles before he firmly presses his lips on your knuckles.

“Micheal Kaiser, das Fräulein. Star player of Bastard Munchen.” The Ace says matter-of-factly with a grin, and you smile at him uncomfortably, looking at the area where he kissed.

“Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.” You repeated in your head as you tried to pull back your hand, but Kaiser gripped you as he incoherently conversed with Ness.

“I take it that you know Blue Lock’s Ace: Isagi Yoich? That plain looking guy.” Your lips turned into frowns hearing him describe your friend.

“Yes. Is there something you wanted to ask him?”

“Oh no, I was just making sure that you were his specific manager. After all, I would want him to look at your face once I humiliate him.”

“Excuse me?” You honestly expected Kaiser to be a prideful person. That was for sure. But for him to straight up admit his intentions in front of you? Now, that was a bold him.

“I think you heard me, (name). I plan to make Isagi Yoichi, the hero of Blue Lock, an obstacle for me to overcome. Make sure he’s worthy of that title.” Kaiser requested you like it was a normal thing to ask. As your glare towards him hardened, Kaiser couldn't care less. You slowly exhaled, placed your glass gently, and pushed yourself towards him.

“As you wish, I’ll make sure Isagi Yoichi will be an impossible obstacle for you to overcome.” Now it was his turn to be annoyed as he took his vacant hand and roughly grabbed your upper arm to pull you closer. His face was nearing yours with a cocky snarl.

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise, rather.”

“To think that Blue Lock would have such a feisty manager, I wonder how Jinpachi Ego leashed you.”

“Leashed me? Do you think I’m some kind of dog?!”

“Oh, I know! You’re the character who blindly placed her fate into the clown who thought of himself as the main character, but that’s going to change once I step into the field,” he removes his grip from your upper arm and clasps his hand around your jaw to pull your face even closer to his. You instinctively tried to tear away, but his strength proved greater than yours.

“I could just imagine what dear Isagi’s face will look like once I humiliate him in front of his pretty manager.”

“As if that would happen.” You rasped, trying to pry his hand away from your face. As Ness was about to intervene finally, Lorenzo came into sight, taking hold of Kaiser’s wrist with a deadly grip, his gold teeth shining against the light, and the Italian let out a whistle in amusement.

“Damn, Kaiser… never you would act like a dick if a girl don’t wanna be with ya.”

“Where did you come from, you damn zombie?”

“Wonderin’ where (name) was at, said she was goin’ to refill her drink. Didn’t know you were holding her hostage.” The two-star players glared at each other in disdain. Kaiser started to feel the blood being cut off from his hand and he rips away his grip from your face. You stepped back and massaged your jaw.

“Are you alright, (name)? I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“It’s alright. I expected he act like this. Fucking prick.” You huffed, drinking your champagne as Ness looks ashamed.

“Honestly… I should’ve intervened when he grabbed you by the arm. I’m so sorry-”

“Ness, Ness, baby, love.” You sweet-talked and grabbed his jaw gently. (Unlike someone) “It’s alright, I get it. We all freeze sometimes, even I do. So you don’t gotta worry about it, okay?” You smiled. Expecting him to agree with you and let all of this be over with. He tentatively nodded, and you let go of his jaw before turning to the bartender. “Actually, can I get the bottle?”

Before the bartender could hand you the bottle, Lorenzo snatched it from him, took you the waist and led you away from the bar, making a mocking face at Kaiser.

“See ya in the field, naked emperor!” The Italian player laughs as he waves and pours you a drink. You turned to Ness and gave him a smile and wave, which he returned. You met Kaiser’s glare and returned it with a glare and a middle finger.

“Is he always so arrogant?”

“24/7, babe. 24/7.” Lorenzo sighs, patting your shoulder. “Hey, your lipstick… Kaiser must’ve smudged it.” He stares at the colored streak nearing your jaw. You placed your finger on it and saw the colored stain on your finger. You hissed at the sight and covered the lower half of your face.

“Damn that rat. Lorenzo, I’ll be back. Need to fix myself.”

“Sure, I’ll be on the couch!” He removed his arm, and you speed-walked through the crowd towards the hallway where the servers were going in and out. You swiftly dodged the waiters that’s were carrying snacks and drinks, you saw a waiter who seemed to be on break, seeing that she was on her phone.

“Excuse me, miss. Where’s the bathroom?” She looks up from her phone and points at the direction where to go.

“Second to the last door on the left.”

“Thanks.” And with that you immediately took off.

During the trip toward the bathroom, you recalled your rather eventful evening. A JFU member asking disgusting questions, Ego saving you, meeting Noel Noa, Chris Prince flirting with you, Lavinho laughing at Chris, Marc Snuffy appearing, Don Lorenzo whisking you away from the night, meeting Ness and getting harassed(?) by Micheal Kaiser.

And here you thought you would be the loner who escaped from the party to the safe haven that was the balcony. So much for that, at least. As you wiped the stain away, you were quick to reapply a new batch on your skin but before you exited the bathroom, you took a few photos of yourself for good measure and sent a few to your brother to let him decide which ones should you post as you were indecisive.

[You sent 15 photos]

You: which one of these do I look the prettiest?

Little demon: none

You: what if I tell Ma and pa?

Little demon: Your alrd pretty tho but for me 1 4 9 and 13 are the best ones

You: I know I’m pretty. I’ll be positing these soon after party

Little demon: don’t post. Dress is revealing. I can see your BOOBS

You: only a little :(

Little demon: what if I tell Ma and pa?

You: I hate you

Little demon reacted: 👍

You huffed seeing your younger brothers weak response and before you could text something back, you bumped into someone’s side.

“Sorry- (name)?” The man spoke, and you looked up to find the black French player in front of you wearing a suit paired with a bow tie. You lit up seeing the player and tucked away your phone to give him a big hug.

“Loki!! Oh my gosh, how’re you?”

“I’m fine. It’s good to see you again after a couple of weeks. Mr.Pablo has been bombarding me with texts asking for your socials. That man won’t give up.” He sighs as he pulls away from you, and you laugh.

“You might have you endure that for a little while longer, Loki dear.” He sighs again and you took him by the arm and dragged him down the hall.

“I heard we’ll be working together again. Good luck to us then.” Loki says, patting your hand before giving you a kind smile, which you return. The two of you reentered the ballroom and went your separate ways. Loki said he couldn’t leave his team alone as they would likely cause a scene without him there.

“I’ll see you at work, peace maker.”

“Have a fun evening, (name).” Then you went back to where Lorenzo was sitting, spending the rest of the evening with the Italian, joking, judging other people, talking about your respective counties and your experience with football.

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This only took me 3 weeks to finish what a record 🙏

I hope you guys enjoyed this long ass fanfic, this was originally gonna be like 2 parts but then I decided to publish this a whole rather than separate parts.

Reblogs are much appreciated!! I love you all I hope you guys have a great day!

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