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Kunigami had a lot of Blue Lock points to spend, but no idea how to spend them. He mostly just used the few he had to get curry for lunch instead of the boring natto that was usually dispensed to those lower ranked than him. Sometimes he’d use the points to get himself better equipment from outside, like a better water bottle, or more stable cleats. That wasn’t enough to spend all of them though, so he was always left with an exorbitant amount of points, unknown to most of the other Blue Lockers.
Once, during lunch, he debated on using his points to just give to the others for once. He remembered Igaguri and Isagi begging to switch lunch with him. In exchange for his curry, they’d give him Natto and rice. He wasn’t particularly a fan of it, but as he looked at their small pathetic faces he felt a little bad for them. “Alright fine, we can switch…” Kunigami had said, getting ready to hand his plate over.
“Oh? They have curry here in the cafeteria?” Kunigami looked up to see a curious Chigiri eyeing his plate as well. “I didn’t know that…hey Kunigami, can we switch? I’ll give you my stir fry for your curry.”
Kunigami had completely forgotten about Isagi and Igaguri at that moment. Something about the way Chigiri asked for the curry made him immediately trade his plate for stir fried vegetables, a dish he had voiced hating more than once to his mom at dinner. Chigiri took the plate graciously from him, and then smiled at Kunigami. “Ah, thanks. I’ve been getting kind of sick of stir fry this week.” Chigiri said, as he began to eat some of the curry.
“We can switch from now on.” Kunigami told him. He gave up his own lunch forever without hesitation. Isagi and Igaguri stalked off, defeated and mumbling about how unfair the point system was. Kunigami did not hear them though, as he forced down more of the stir fry.
“Is that really okay, though? I mean, I only get stir fry because of my rank.” Chigiri said. “Wouldn’t you want to eat curry since you earned it, or whatever?” He looked a little hesitant to continue eating more of the curry, and Kunigami would not have that.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” He told him. “Besides, I’ve almost eaten all your stir fry. It’s too late to trade back.” He deliberately shoved more of the food in his mouth, and Chigiri chuckled.
“Well alright then, if you insist. We can trade lunch again tomorrow.” Chigiri had a small, fond smile on his face as he ate more of the curry. Kunigami sat next to him for the duration of lunch, though he had long since finished all of the stir fry. He decided he’d talk with Chigiri until he finished his meal, though while Chigiri told him about his day and his training, Kunigami had figured out for the first time what he wanted to spend his Blue Lock points on. He also realized that stir fried vegetables weren’t so bitter to him after that day.
If anyone besides Chigiri had asked him then if it was his favorite dish, he’d have probably lied.
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Practice was one of Kunigami’s favorite periods of the day. Mostly because he got to follow his own plan, instead of the plan of some loud mouthed coach who was always yelling. Ego never showed his face in person, and only appeared on one of the large screens in the facility when he needed to announce something important, so for the most part the Blue Lockers were without guidance when they practiced. Team Z, the team he had been assigned to when he first got there, had decided they’d practice together in one of the empty training fields. Kunigami was fine with that, despite how little he knew of the other 10 players on his team.
There was one person he was a little intrigued by, however. Chigiri usually kept to himself whenever they practiced, always alone and in the corner far away from the loudest of the team like Raichi.
Kuon had urged Chigiri multiple times to practice with them, but Kunigami could see that his pleas were getting nowhere. Chigiri sat on the soft turf with his head resting on his knees, overseeing the others' harsh training. He had an incredibly bored look on his face, as if he wished he could be anywhere but at practice that day.
“I wonder what his weapon is…” Isagi muttered from next to Kunigami. He had walked up to the small bench area to rifle through his bag for a water bottle. Isagi’s eyes were also locked onto Chigiri’s lone form across the pitch. “It must be something special if he doesn’t even want to train.”
Kunigami shrugged, “If he doesn’t wanna train, we should just let him do what he pleases.” He said, taking a seat on the bench. “He’ll just get left behind if he doesn’t do his part.”
Isagi nodded solemnly as he sipped his water bottle. As the two of them rested on the bench, Isagi made some small talk with Kunigami. Though he found he kept looking over at Chigiri every other second. Despite his words earlier, Kunigami couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong about letting Chigiri waste away in the corner. He tried to shove that thought down, though every time he looked at Chigiri, a hint of doubt would emerge.
Isagi chuckled softly, nudging him. “Hey look, if you wanna go train with Chigiri I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” he said to him. Kunigami glanced down at Isagi, with a raised brow. “Oh come on, I’ve been trying to talk for the past 5 minutes now. You clearly wanna help the guy out. Maybe he just needs someone to talk to.” Kunigami sighed, his eyes swiveling back to Chigiri who was still sitting there, ignoring everyone around him.
“Go on. It’s not like he’ll bite you or anything.” Isagi said with a smile. “And anyways, aren’t you two friends already?”
Kunigami jolted, “No. We’re not. I don’t even know him that well.” he said.
Isagi looked at him confused, “Really? You trade your lunch with a guy you ‘don’t know that well’ every day?” He asked him, and Kunigami groaned.
“Alright, fine. I’ll go over and just…see how he’s doing.” Kunigami patted his leg and stood up from the bench. He slowly walked over to Chigiri who barely reacted to him at all. Chigiri had just been sitting on the turf the entire practice time, just observing everyone else’s progress steadily. Kunigami had told himself multiple times that he shouldn’t meddle in anything Chigiri does, and that he should just leave Chigiri to do what he wants. Though, when he found himself standing in front of Chigiri again, he knew that he had made the correct choice in listening to Isagi, who in turn had just told him to do something he’d wanted to do from the beginning.
Kunigami awkwardly raised a hand, “Hey.” He greeted Chigiri plainly. “What…are you doing?” He mentally cursed himself for how he was handling this so far.
Chigiri shrugged, his arms still wrapped around his legs as he looked out at the field. “Nothing. Just enjoying practice like everyone else, I suppose.” He answered, his eyes still locked ahead of him. Kunigami realized that Chigiri had refused to look over his way even when he had first walked up to him. He felt it was odd having to look down at Chigiri the entire time, and he knew if he sat with him that neither of them would really train that day. Time was also running out for the time allotted to them to use the training field for that evening, and soon they’d all have to leave to hit the showers. Kunigami would not let himself fail at getting Chigiri to practice at least once.
He looked over a few paces away from Chigiri where a ball had seemingly drifted in the midst of all the drills being run. Kunigami went over to the ball, put it under his heel, and then turned back to Chigiri with a determined look. “Let's run drills together.” He said, rolling the ball back and forth leisurely. Chigiri looked over at him finally, with a slightly annoyed face.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” He said, though Kunigami wouldn’t relent so easily.
“Come on, get up. There’s still some time left, and I haven’t done any today.” He kicked the ball over to Chigiri. It bounced lightly against his leg, and Kunigami noted how Chigiri stopped himself from rolling his eyes at him. Kunigami continued to stare at Chigiri, until eventually with a sigh, Chigiri stood up and kicked the ball back at him.
The two of them practiced together for a short while, until Kuon called everyone over to the benches as time was up. Before Chigiri could completely disappear, Kunigami placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him. “Good job. We’ll practice again tomorrow.” he told him. Chigiri had an uncertain look in his eye, but Kunigami ignored it as he walked away.
The next day, when practice was scheduled, instead of going off his own regimen like he usually did, Kunigami immediately walked over to Chigiri before he could stalk off to a corner. Slowly, the two of them practiced with each other. At first, they started off with basic training, but as the days dragged on and they met each other for practice more and more, Kunigami was able to put in other things for Chigiri and him to do. Kunigami even managed to include other members of the team, and before long Chigiri felt like another member of the team.
Ego announced that their first game was in a few days, so while they still had time to practice, now was the time to discuss strategy. Kuon took up the role of a leader very easily, and most of Team Z listened to his advice when they met up in the shared dormitory. “We’ll train for one more day tomorrow…and then afterwards, we’ll discuss multiple different strategies for our first game.” Kuon explained to them.
That training day was an unusually boring one, even though Kunigami had Chigiri for company. He found that he could make easy conversation with Chigiri while they practiced, and had looked forward more to being able to speak with him, then the actual practice they did with each other. Chigiri was also not as talkative at lunch as Kunigami had hoped, though this still didn’t stop him from trading away his food. Kunigami wondered about ways he could get Chigiri to talk to him during lunch as opposed to the usual one note “Thanks for the food.” that Chigiri gave him.
While he was absorbed in his own thoughts, he completely missed the concerned look on Chigiri’s face. “Kunigami…?” he asked him. “Are you okay? You’re kinda…staring off into space over there.”
Kunigami shook his head a little. “I’m fine, I was just thinking, that’s all.” he said. “I’m gonna go for a water break.” He excused himself to go over to the benches. He sat down for a moment, and found his canister exactly where he left it. Before he could take a sip of it however, Raichi and Igaguri walked up to him, both incredibly exhausted and sweaty.
“Kunigami! Can me and Raichi have a sip of your water, please?” Igaguri asked with his hands clasped together.
“We were fools and left our bags in the dorm rooms! Kuon’s not letting anyone leave until training’s over with so…” Raichi joined the monk in begging, both of them bowed their heads as they pleaded. Kunigami sighed as he looked at their bent figures. He felt bad for them, and was just about to open his mouth to say they could have it, until he looked over to where Chigiri had stalked off to without him.
Chigiri was a few feet away, seemingly rooting through his own bag for a water bottle, until he came up with a defeated look on his face. Naruhaya, who was enjoying his own water, glanced at Chigiri. Kunigami strained his ear to listen over Igaguri and Raichi’s sniveling voices.
“What’s wrong, Chigiri?” Naruhaya asked.
“My bag’s all wet, I think my water bottle broke while it was in here…it was my only one, dammit.” he said, as he shoved his bag away from the others so as to not get them wet as well. He sighed, and looked down at his feet with a dejected look on his face. Kunigami did not like to see the way Chigiri’s face transformed when he frowned. He got up and pushed his way past Igaguri and Raichi, and held his water bottle out to Chigiri.
“You can have this one for now.” He said, ignoring the surprised gasps from the two boys behind him. Chigiri took it from him hesitantly.
“Oh thanks, but isn’t this one of the specialty ones you get with points…?” Chigiri said as he turned it around in his hand.
Kunigami urged him on, “It’s fine. I have enough points for another one anyways, so drink up.” Chigiri gave him a rare smile, and decided to just take the offer. Igaguri and Raichi had long since left to go sulk elsewhere, or to beg someone else for their water. There was something oddly familiar about the entire encounter, though Kunigami couldn’t understand why. When practice ended for the day, Kunigami followed closely behind Chigiri. As he looked down at him, he noticed that Chigiri still had the faint smile from earlier on his face, and Kunigami felt then that he accomplished some kind of goal, though he had no memory of ever setting one for himself.
Before they turned in for the night, Chigiri tried to give the water bottle back. They were in the changing room, and Kunigami had stayed behind to wait for Chigiri, while the others had slowly filed out one by one. The energy amongst the team was tense with nerves as tomorrow was the first time they would strategize for their game. For tonight, however, they would simply rest.
Chigiri finally came out of the shower room clothed, his hair very obviously dripping with water. He had a towel lazily placed on the top of his head, as he spotted Kunigami still in the changing room. “Oh you’re still here? I was going to give this back to you.” Chigiri walked over to where he had stowed away the bottle, and tried to hand it back to Kunigami, but he pushed Chigiri’s hand away.
“Keep it. I don’t need it that much, anyways.” He said. “I have points, remember?’
Chigiri had an uncomfortable smile on his face as he held the bottle in his hand. He looked as if he wanted to object, but Kunigami’s unrelenting stare told him he wouldn’t get anywhere by trying to convince him to take the bottle back. “Ok then. Thank you…” He said, with one last look at Kunigami before turning away. He sat down a few seats away on the hard wooden bench in the changing room, next to his still soggy looking bag that he had from practice.
Chigiri looked down at the bag, and sighed lowly as he opened it and took out a hairdryer. Kunigami eyed the ruined bag with his supplies in it with a level gaze. “I can get you a new bag.” he offered to Chigiri.
Chigiri looked over at him, his head slightly tilted as he dried his hair with a towel wrapped around the pink locks. “What will you do about your water bottle, then?” he asked him. Kunigami simply shrugged.
“I don’t need it that badly. It’s fine.” He said simply, his eyes trained on the luster of Chigiri’s hair rather than his face. Everyone knew Chigiri had very attractive looking hair, including Kunigami who found that even though Chigiri didn’t speak to him during their lunch period, admiring his looks was enough.
Kunigami ignored the small voice in his mind reminding him he really only had enough Blue Lock points for a bottle. Chigiri looked away from him then, a small smile gracing his features as he combed through his hair lazily with his fingers. Kunigami’s eyes traced every movement of them as they sat quietly in the small changing room, until Chigiri spoke again.
“Hey, Kunigami?” he spoke in his usual calm cadence. Kunigami cocked his head towards Chigiri as he listened. “You’re a pretty cool guy, you know that?” Chigiri glanced at him. Kunigami felt then that he couldn’t look at Chigiri anymore, and he fought the slight heat that came to his face as he looked away. Seeing as this was finally his chance to talk to Chigiri like he wanted to, he berated himself silently as he couldn’t think of anything to say right then.
“It’s nothing…” He muttered. Kunigami felt the breath in his chest tighten slightly with a strange sort of pressure as he heard Chigiri chuckle softly at him. This time, Kunigami was certain that he could not look at him, and his efforts to fight away the creeping blush to his face was straining.
Chigiri stood up from the bench, and walked past Kunigami. “Goodnight.” he said to Kunigami, as he left the changing room alone. Kunigami sat on the bench for a few moments, before forcing himself to get up and head to the dorms. That night, Kunigami’s thoughts were infected with the memory of Chigiri’s laugh. A small part of him knew that it was a noise he would not forget soon.
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The next day was a strategy meeting, and it was a very long one. Kuon talked for hours about different ideas, and many of them seemed pretty half baked with the team that they had. Team Z, according to Ego, were at the bottom of the barrel. Any teams they were going to face were going to undoubtedly be better than them, and using petty tricks to win was a long shot, but it was all they had at the moment. Kunigami was willing to go with whatever Kuon suggested, especially since he couldn’t come up with any ideas himself.
When they were finally finished with the meeting, everyone was weary and ready to finally rest. The meeting had lasted all day, and now it was finally time to turn in for the night. Team Z got ready for bed, and filed into the dorm room, though before Kunigami turned in for the night, he looked around and noticed that Chigiri was nowhere to be found. His bed was empty, and also lacked any kind of bedding.
“Where did Chigiri go?” he asked Isagi who yawned and settled into his own bed.
“Chigiri? I think he went to the point kiosk to get new bedding. Gagamaru and Naruhaya were goofing off around lunch time, and since they were eating in here, they got some of their natto on his bed…” Isagi shook his head in disappointment as he laid down. “So Chigiri went to see if he could exchange his points for new bedding…those guys, I swear…”
Kunigami glanced back at Chigiri’s empty bed. Everyone else in the room slowly turned over to sleep, and the lights dimmed in the room slowly. Kunigami thought about turning over himself and just going to sleep, but he sat there and stared at Chigiri’s empty bed, until he felt his feet hit the ground and he was up. He went to the door and swiftly left the dorms, his eyes roving the halls for Chigiri.
The point kiosk was in the cafeteria, located far back in a corner that could easily be passed up if you weren’t immediately looking for it. Kunigami spotted it right away however, if only because of Chigiri’s stark pink hair acting as a beacon to it. He made his way over to Chigiri and the kiosk, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
With a jolt, Chigiri looked up at Kunigami with wide eyes. He released a sigh of relief, “Oh it’s you. What are you doing sneaking up on people?” He asked him with a quirked brow.
“Sorry…” Kunigami apologized, a hand behind his head. “I just wanted to see if you needed new bedding. You can use mine for the night.”
Chigiri looked at him with a soft gasp, “R-really? I don’t know, that seems like a bit much…” He said warily. “What about your own bedding?”
“Don’t worry about it, I can always get new ones.” He told Chigiri, waving his hand dismissively. Chigiri looked Kunigami in the eye for a short moment, before relenting completely.
“Alright then.” He said, a look of slight amusement crossing his face as he eyed Kunigami again. “Let me guess…you have points for bedding too, huh?” he chuckled and Kunigami glanced away from him. That familiar heat was fighting its way to his cheeks, but he bit the inside of his mouth to focus again.
“Let’s just head to bed now. I’ll get new bedding and you can have mine.” Kunigami said finally, his head turned slightly away from Chigiri. Even though he wasn’t looking at him directly, Kunigami could sense the coy smirk that Chigiri held as he stared up at him.
“Hey, Kunigami?” Chigiri called out to him. He craned his head a little so he could peer into Kunigami’s eyes directly. “You sure like to give stuff away, huh?” Chigiri’s smirk grew into a tilted grin. Kunigami felt trapped in that small corner in the back of the cafeteria. Now that he was looking into Chigiri’s eyes, he couldn’t force his gaze to move elsewhere.
“It’s just the right thing to do. It’s a courtesy.” Is all Kunigami could say in response to that. At that moment, he was completely taken by Chigiri’s presence. Even though he had spent so much time next to Chigiri, that singular moment by the kiosk was the first time that Kunigami had been so keenly aware of how close they were.
“Oh?” Chigiri placed a gentle hand against Kunigami’s chest, and he felt his heart's pulse jump at the contact instantly. “And are all those other times you’ve given me things just ‘courtesies’?” There was a playful lilt to Chigiri’s voice that sounded far too natural for how normally reserved he was. Kunigami wasn’t sure how to take all of this, and was frozen to the spot.
“Well since you’re being so ‘courteous’, I think we should use our names with one another now. I’ll call you Rensuke from now on! Okay?” Chigiri stated as he smiled up at him. Kunigami found that he really liked the way his name sounded on Chigiri’s voice, so he agreed instantly with a nod. “And you can call me Hyouma. Does that sound nice to you?”
Kunigami thought it sounded amazing just then, but he believed that was too forward for such an occasion.
With one final look, Chigiri tore his eyes away from Kunigami’s and brushed past him. Kunigami blinked, and suddenly he could focus again and noticed the light from the kiosk in front of him. “Goodnight, Rensuke.” Chigiri called to him, as he left the cafeteria. When Kunigami returned to the dorms, he found his bed stripped of bedding. Chigiri’s sleeping form was hidden beneath a bundle of blankets and sheets. With a content sigh, Kunigami went to bed that night. The next morning, nobody noticed how bare his bed was.
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Team Z won their first game just a day later, and everyone was in very high spirits due to the victory. It truly felt like it was one of the most difficult games they had ever played, and Kunigami was thankful that they had gotten past this first hurdle. Kuon’s instruction, though very shoddy, worked out for them in the end. To celebrate, they all decided to eat as much of the good food provided for top rankers in the dorms together.
When they were finally finished eating, many of the Blue Lockers had just settled down anywhere in the dorms to rest. As night soon approached, you couldn’t walk anywhere without stumbling on the lone body of a soccer player sprawled out from eating too much. Kunigami stepped over a sleeping Igaguri and headed out of the dorms to potentially rest somewhere else for the night. As he stalked the hallway, he noticed that the light in the changing room was still on despite it being well after hours.
Kunigami peeked his head into the doorway, and his eyes immediately found Chigiri in the empty room as he brushed his hair in a mirror. One of the perks of “moving” up according to Ego was a revamp of some of the facility's utilities. As such, the changing room now had new dressers that came with tall, round mirrors for you to look into. One could sit in front of them and stow away important things as well, like towels or in Chigiri’s case, hair supplies. Kunigami didn’t have to say anything for Chigiri to know he was there.
“Hey. What are you still doing up?” Chigiri asked him, his eyes momentarily glancing his way as he continued to brush. “I would think you of all people would be exhausted after today, we probably wouldn’t have won without your goal.” Chigiri chuckled softly.
Kunigami couldn’t exactly agree with that sentiment, considering Chigiri’s speed was really the key to them beating the other team. “Your weapon is why we won. I just went wherever Kuon wanted me to go.” Kunigami said with a shrug.
Chigiri scoffed at him, “Give yourself more credit. You know, you’re very talented, Rensuke.” he said, and then he laughed again at how Kunigami glanced away from him. “And you’re really bad at taking compliments, I’ve noticed.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…hero’s are supposed to be humble, aren’t they?” Kunigami asked with folded arms.
Chigiri let out a small laugh, “Oh and this is your way of being humble? You act so bashful whenever I say anything nice to you…it’s cute.” Chigiri set his brush down, and simply corded his fingers through his hair. Kunigami was so entranced by this simple movement once again that he almost felt unaffected by Chigiri’s words. He had been called a lot of things by other players before, but cute was not one of them. After a short moment of silence, Chigiri spoke again. “Rensuke…come here.” His eyes were still trained on the mirror in front of him as he ran his fingers through his long hair.
Without even thinking about it, Kunigami’s feet moved so that he could be next to Chigiri. He felt awkward standing over him while Chigiri sat by the mirror, so he knelt beside his chair. This amused Chigiri for some reason that Kunigami couldn’t figure out, though he realized then that he couldn’t think about much else besides the way Chigiri would glance at him occasionally from his chair. “I didn’t even ask you to kneel, but it’s fine.” He said with a smile. “Since we won this recent game, everyone must have gotten points. You and Kuon have the most points currently, since you made the most goals this game…”
Kunigami waited patiently as Chigiri spoke. “I need some supplies from outside. Do you think you could get them for me?” Chigiri asked him.
“Supplies…? What kind?”
Chigiri looked down at him with a wide smile, and bright eyes as he began to list various hair care products he’d like to have in Blue Lock. As Chigiri went down his personal shopping list, Kunigami mentally counted how much it would all cost with his points. By the end of it, he realized he’d have just enough to get everything that Chigiri wanted. Kunigami had never seen Chigiri this excited before, and he was so pleased by the smile that Chigiri wore, that he didn’t question at all why Chigiri wanted to use his points for these items. Chigiri had made a goal himself, and might have enough for half of these things himself. That didn’t matter to Kunigami at all though.
“So? Do you think you can get all of that?” Chigiri asked when he was finished.
Kunigami nodded, “Yeah I can get you those things. I think I have enough for them, anyways…” He said, and Chigiri beamed at him.
“Great! Thanks.” He looked down at Kunigami for a moment. Chigiri then placed a gentle hand underneath Kunigami’s chin, and he stroked his cheek slowly with the pad of his thumb. Just when Kunigami felt that some semblance of focus was returning to his mind, Chigiri’s touch melted it all away instantly. “You’ve been really kind, Rensuke.” Chigiri said to him in a soft tone.
Kunigami wanted to give him more gifts if it meant he got to hear Chigiri’s voice again. Kunigami was so mesmerized by Chigiri in front of him, that his ears missed the first part of what Chigiri was saying.
“Rensuke? Are you listening?” Chigiri asked him, his hand still underneath Kunigami’s chin.
Kunigami snapped back to the present upon hearing his name, and he hummed. “Yeah, I’m listening. What were you saying?” He asked, and Chigiri chuckled again. It sounded like soft wind chimes to Kunigami.
“I was saying…That I have enough points for ‘a day outside of Blue Lock’.” Chigiri explained. “I was wondering if you’d like to come with me? Ego says you can take one other person with you outside, so how about it? Do you want to go out?”
Kunigami thought that was the best idea he’d ever heard, and he wanted nothing more than to say yes to whatever Chigiri wanted. “Yeah we can go out.” He answered simply. He had no idea where Chigiri would even go, but Kunigami didn’t think that mattered.
“Perfect! Then it’s a date. We’ll go out tomorrow, since our next game isn’t for a few days.” Chigiri pushed away from the dresser and stood up, his hand slipping from underneath Kunigami’s chin finally. As he walked past Kunigami, Chigiri corded his hand through his hair and he petted it fondly. “Goodnight, hero. Wake up early so we can leave tomorrow, okay? Don’t be late.” Kunigami was still by Chigiri’s lone chair, his head resting on the arm rest as he blinked a little dazed.
“Yeah sure…” He muttered, unsure if Chigiri could even hear his reply. When Chigiri’s soft laugh drifted through the room, he knew he heard him despite his low tone. Chigiri went to bed then, and left Kunigami alone in the changing room.
Kunigami stared off into space as he was still by the chair, his mind a buzz with all that had just happened. It wasn’t until Kunigami finally tore himself away from the chair, and headed for bed, that he realized he had somewhere to be tomorrow.
A date…? He thought sleepily in bed. As Kunigami lost consciousness and fell into slumber, one singular thought continued to permeate his mind. It was the simple hope that tomorrow, when they went on their date, that Chigiri touched him again. He could feel the soft tips of his fingers still underneath his chin distantly as he fell asleep.