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“I’m telling you, this isn’t gonna end well,” Isagi muttered as he walked to the meeting place.
”C’mon, what could go wrong?” Bachira’s voice echoed in his mind, from his tone one would think he was more excited than Isagi.
“Number one: we’re still not sure if you're now free from connections or not. Number two: people could think I have something wrong with me if I talk to you and you’re, well, not visible.”
”Then I can just like… appear when we talk—”
“You were not recruited for Blue Lock, having a semi-transparent, unable-to-touch-things dude will not end well for any of us.”
”C’mon—”
“Shush,” he whispered as he saw Kira approaching, “we’ll discuss this later.”
Bachisa didn't seem happy about it, the wind blew on Isagi’s face, and he made a deadpan expression, looking at nothing at all.
At least Bachira dropped the topic though.
Only after he had run past the gate, while on a bus to this Blue Lock thing, did Isagi take his phone, open the notes, and write down: you oke?
He felt the ghost (ha) of Bachira’s cold self move to his phone, he interacted with the keyboard to write: yep! this seems fun!
it does, yeah.
do you think we’ll have to be on a team with only strikers? I don't think that will work well…
I mean, we just have to try.
Isagi was about to say more when it hit him.
”we”? there's no we, Bachira, you can't be part of this.
He felt the wind blow again, he received a strange look from the person sitting next to him, who asked him to roll up the window of the bus.
Isagi did that without saying a word.
why not? I mean, I get it and all, but at least a bit of training? I won't play, if you are that worried, but dribble a bit as warm up? Or run on the treadmill?
Isagi really wanted to just say No, I cannot afford people knowing about you, but he remembered what he had discovered after that afternoon at the pitch with him.
Bachira had found someone who could be his friend (we’re talking about Isagi), so he was free to pass on, but had decided against leaving the living realm in favor of staying with Isagi and keep being his friend.
Isagi wasn't upset by this, at all. Sure, it did surprise him a bit, but who was he to deny a ghost the realization of his dreams? Nobody, and also he didn't know enough about ghosts to actually be opposed/do something to cast him away (not that he wanted to do that), so he just accepted it as that, and left the topic.
All this to say that Isagi sighed and typed on his phone: okay, sure, if you are with me then I'll let you do some dribbles or something.
He barely heard Bachira's grateful thank you under the blowing of the wind. Isagi, as soon as the person next to him glared at him again, did the only thing that came to his mind, which was turning and asking the person behind him to roll up the window.
He sat back on his seat and went to stare at the landscape they were going through, silently observing everything and hoping it wouldn't all end in a disaster.