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it was finally time for the fourth match, team z vs team y.
"ok guys, watch out for that dude over there, number nine. he has exceptional shooting technique. hibiki okawa." y/n announced to her team, placing her hands on her hips. bachira leaned on her shoulder, but he put his whole weight, making y/n tumble to the floor. "what the hell, bachira! you're as heavy as a fucking cow oh my god." she groaned, shoving bachira off her, who only giggled in response. "sorry, y/nie!"
chigiri glanced at the pair, unable to tear his eyes of the scene. his heart ached, but he shook of the feeling and ripped his gaze away, distracting himself with analyzing the rest of the group. in the corner stood a boy with bangs which covered his eyes, as his hand rested by his sides.
"all we can do is bring what we practiced with 'operation: me, next 9'." kuon said, his eyes closed as usual. the group huddled together, and shouted fiercly "we'll win this even if it kills us, team z!!" kuon shouted, while the others responded in a loud cheer "yeah !!"
"if we lose, it's all over, team z!" y/n encouraged them, cupping her mouth with her hands to enhance her volume as she sat on the bench. ever since their first match, ego agreed for y/n to have 5 minutes to play for every match they had.
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"this is a highly offense-based system designed to make the best of our 'weapons.' but if we all try to use our weapons at once, everything will fall apart." kuon announced, holding a piece of paper to show everyone in his hands. "so, we'll divide up the time and take turns as strikers."
in order to let one persons weapon shine at a time, the rest of us will make a formation around them and support the player and their play however the current striker would want.
kuon then explained how this would work, saying that people would rotate every nine or ten minutes to ensure everyone had a chance to be a striker.
kick off!
bachira was placed as the formation leader, letting him start the kick off. bachira's weapon was dribbling, which allows him to break through a scoring zone on his own.
'we grab any loose balls and then pass them back to bachira, then follow his whimsical passes and return him the ball as his supports.' isagi began his inner monologue. 'that's how bachira wants to play football. we'll only acknowledge those with astounding weapons. that's how we'll attack openly with our egos!'
two guys from the other team stuck their arms out, which was a stupid attempt to try and get rid of bachira from passing them. "you're not getting past!" a dude with black spiky hair yelled, while the other had both this hands out, seeming like a hug position, which was actually him trying to prevent bachira from getting to their side easily. "keep this guy double marked!" he yelled.
"two guys, huh?" bachira smirked, his pride hurt that they thought two guys were able to stop him. "you think that can cover me?" out of nowhere, a boy rushed into bachira, his hair swept nicely. his bangs covered his eyes, and y/n wondered if it was just to cover his eyes for some reason. "it's three, actually. my analysis of your dribbling is complete."
'yo why is he talking like he some kind of robot scanning people.' y/n thought, propping her chin up onto her knee as she glanced around the field.
"well ain't you something, mophead?" bachira side-eyed him, his mouth forming an 'o' while speaking. "let's take it back a bit" he exclaimed, passing the ball back to igaguri before the boy was able to steal the ball.
'team y erased our main weapon..?!' isagi thought, unable to believe his eyes as a drop of sweat trailed down his cheek.
with a two on one mark, they managed to cover bachira's route, but with a third, they could've just stolen the ball.
the other two who tried to poorly block bachira warned each other about bachira again, afraid that he would break through their defense for real the next time and actually score.
team y formation
4-5-1
y/n stared at isagi, who seemed deep in thought once again. 'this guy does a lot of thinking, huh?'  looking up at the camera, y/n decided ego probably wouldn't notice if she was gone for a while to grab a quick bite. 'sorry ego!' she quickly mouthed at the camera, before ducking away to the cafeteria.
"y/n." turning sharply at the voice, y/n's blood drained from her face. "h-hey ego !! haha, what're you doing here..? on.. the screen?" she nervously chuckled, grabbing her candy slowly. ego took a quick glance at her, and decided to let it slide, just because she was his favorite. "oh well. it can't be helped when it's you, can't it? ill let you off the hook this time." 'fuck yeah!' "holy shit! thanks ego, you're the best!" y/n exclaimed, giving him a small heart hand through the cameras jokingly.
"uhuh, yeah sure." ego muttered, staring at her weirdly before going off the screen, continuing eating his instant noodles.
y/n popped the lolipop into her mouth, humming at the taste of her favorite lolipop flavor. "hell yeah this shits good as fuck." she muttered, staring at the candy in her hands. skipping her way back, she took her seat on the bleachers, noticing they had rotated and the next person was now kunigami.
"you got this kunigami!! you're amazing!!" y/n screamed, which quickly broke kunigami's mysterious and mean-looking gaze. his face flushed pink, and he ducked his head to hide his burning ears.
y/n chuckled, and kunigami yelled at his teamates to run up the sides, deciding to use them to his advantage for his left leg shooting power.
kunigami ran up a bit before passing to raichi, who traveled forward, passing back to kunigami once again. "do it now!" someone yelled, while kuon shouted "shoot!"
"holy shit." y/n muttered, taking her lolipop out of her mouth for a second. kunigami shot, but was intercepted by some random on team y. "his shot was blocked." muttered sadly and pouting, she angrily and secretly pointed a finger at the dude who blocked it "you should've let my baby score, you fat fart."
"its all open now!" someone yelled from team y, who had a blonde haircut with long bangs swept to the right, covering his eye. he passed the ball, which isagi stole, and passed to bachira. bachira chest bumped the ball, letting out his small "hup!"
isagi took a glance at okawa, who stood as if uninterested in the current situation. a frown sat upon his faced and glared at the other side of the court. he turned his head and glanced at y/n's direction, letting a small glare peek out before turning his attention back onto the field. y/n sweat dropped, to which isagi returned with a small shrug, after he noticed okawa's strange actings.
"nice pass, bachira!" kunigami complimented, trapping the ball with his feet. "i'll score the next one!" 'you better!' y/n internally cheered on.
"gah. fuck!" kunigami exclaimed, angered. "again?!" y/n put her candy back in her mouth, humming softly at the taste once again. 'kunigami cursing is hot bro.' "get the second ball!" igaguri yelled, after seeing the ball fly up, trying to be able to try and score again.
before anyone was able to move, the boy with bangs stole the ball, tapping it lightly with his foot. all of a sudden. okawa moved, shocking isagi. "ah.. okawa moved?" isagi realized. "shit! so thats their plan!" he grunted, gritting his teeth together.
"precisely. we were waiting for just the right time.." niko muttered.
team y wasn't just weak, or team z's offense team was working, they were letting team z attack. team y was aiming for a counter attack.
"took you long enough, niko!" okawa grinned, taking the ball to his side. "i'll leave the rest to you, okawa."
y/n sat at the edge of her seat, squinting her eyes. 'you better hold out till i get my five minutes, team z. you better not lose.'
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its finally summer break 😋🤞‼️ waiting for this one book to update omg my fav book 😔