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Currently in the biggest joint common room, most of the players are waiting for the Barcha trio to comeback from their interview. The mentors, excluding Julian Loki were all gathered in a corner arguing in hushed voices.
Kaiser looked over at Noa Noel who was actively doing the most talking he's ever seen him do ever, outside the context of football. They're all just really talking over each other.
Kaiser watch as Lavinho leaps backwards, while Chris and Snuffy restrain Noa. "How the fuck is this my fault?!" The Brazilian dancer shouts as he throws his hands in the air. The room falls silent, players start eavesdropping.
"Calm down Lavi," Snuffy responded through gritted teeth.
"Why is it my fault you couldn't recognize your ex-fiance's son? Blondie looks exactly like her," Lavinho spits pushing his sunglasses to the top of head. "What was I supposed to do? Hmmm? Come running to you the moment I saw him?"
"Look Noel, there's a boy who looks exactly like Yuu, your fiancé from 20 years ago, and he has her smile," Lavinho does a very mocking re-enactment of himself. "Be fucking for real."
"You stood on the same field as him. If you couldn't tell that he's her son, you've gone senile and should consider retirement," the Brazilian alpha sneered, lips pulling into a disgusted grimace.
"It could've been a coincidence," Noa rolls his eyes. "I didn't want to make assumptions."
"Well~ You done made the assumption and it's wrong. Not the assumption that Blondie is Yuu's son. But the assumption that no one knew," Lavinho shrugs, before pointing to Snuffy.
"Keep me out of this," Snuffy immediately lets go of Noel Noa.
"Snuffy has known since. All your little teammates from the French Team from back then knew. Chris knew too," Lavinho casually lists different footballers. "It's honestly astonishing how far your head in up your own ass, that you can't recognize your own-"
"That's enough, Lavi" Snuffy interrupts roughly. "You've said enough. Lavi you've said enough."
Chris Prince slowly retreats.
"So you all knew?" Noa questions.
"You didn't," Chris responds with furrowed eyebrows. "They look an awful lot alike."
"Did everyone know but me," Noa asks looking what Kaiser thinks is probably the most disheartened look he can make on his robotic face.
"EVERYONE KNEW BUT YOU," Lavinho shrieks at the top of his lungs.
"And you didn't tell me," Noa looks towards Snuffy. The Italian mentor shrugs.
"Yuu even went to Mick Moon's funeral," Lavinho pointed out. "You'd know if you weren't too busy wrapped up in your little world of useless data to attend. All that data and you couldn't tell?! You couldn't tell that the love of your life had a son playing on the same field as you?!"
"You're pathetic," Lavinho adds. "Truly pathetic. A sad, sorry, pathetic excuse of a man. She'd be so disappointed to see what you've become."
"Lavi," Snuffy scolds hitting the Brazilian upside his head.
"Did he lie though," Chris Prince steers Lavinho away from Snuffy. "You mean the all mighty Noel Noa, who can remember the difference in votes between us. But all of a sudden he couldn't put two and two together??"
"My words exactly," Lavinho groans. "He's all high and mighty now. But he was in absolute shambles when Yuu left him."
"Yuu made a monster out of a man," Chris chuckles shaking his head. Noel Noa lunges at him.
"Don't call me a monster," Noa is held back by Snuffy and Loki now.
Lavinho cackles. "But you are. You're a monster. The ugly kind, that eats at your own soul and young kids' egos."
"Stop, Lavi. Stop trying to rile him up," Snuffy shouts loudly.
"Rile? You can't rile a cyborg up, Marc. They have no emotions. He's a data obsessed cyborg, because some girl dumped him," the Brazilian mentor snorts, with a loud laugh.
"Yuu isn't just some girl," Noel Noa replies. His voice shows some sense of exasperation. "You know, she isn't just some girl. Not to me. Not to any of us. She's not just some girl."
"Then you'd be able to tell that Blondie was her son," Lavinho shrugs unbothered. "I could. From the moment he stood infront of me. You're late reaction is extremely unlike you."
"But then again everything about you since Yuu left, has never been the same. Seems she took what ever made you human with her," Chris Prince adds.
"Guys," Snuffy tries once again to diffuse the situation. "Let's not do this here."
"Too late, continue," Charles Chevalier calls out draped over Don Lorenzo sharing a bucket of caramel popcorn.
"I'm with the kid," Aiku Oliver nods from a nearby couch. "You seriously couldn't tell? You just didn't love her as much as they make it seem."
"You sure it wasn't a summer fling," Sendou Shuuto speaks up from the same couch as Aiku.
Noa shoots them a glare so vicious, it made whole whole situation seem unreal.
"Summer fling? Puh-lease! He was so in love with her, they were together for 3 years. Did every a married couple would've done," Lavinho scoffs with a outraged expression.
"By everything, do you mean mating," Karasu wonders aloud from a couch where he is pinned down by Shidou's legs in his lap. The silence grew slightly uncomfortable.
"That's very inappropriate to ask Karasu-san," Isagi speaks up. Karasu rolls his eyes and turns back to his phone screen.
"So did you mate with Yuu," Oliver Aiku repeats the question.
"Why ask," Bachira walks through the door closest to the mentors. "He did. She has these huge scars around her scent glands. It's disgusting," the omega says the last part staring Noa Noel down.
It happens within a second, the wind up for the heaviest punch Bachira could throw. His entire body weight behind his fist, connects the side of Noa's face.
"Go fuck yourself" the omega spits, shaking his hand as Noa stumbles backwards. "You couldn't tell? Or you were just in denial?"
Bachira walks through the boys, "And this is why I didn't tell you. Plus I thought it was kinda obvious." He leaves with a peace sign.
"You guys couldn't tell," Lavinho asks the boys. "Then again you all like guys, maybe that's why?"
"I know he didn't just call me gay," Sendou squaks indignant.
"You're not?!"
"No. I'm not Lorenzo."
"Could've fooled me," the Italian alpha smirks.
The mentors leave, without Loki. They probably have nothing to discuss with him.
"I knew," Aiku speaks up. "She's my Godmother. Her and my parents are friends."
Sendou gasps so loud.
"I also knew," Rin shrugs. "I don't see the problem."
"It's not a problem. It's a secret, we've been mislead," Isagi replies.
"You just aren't as close as you think you are," Aryu shrugs. "I knew. And Toki knew too."
"I also knew," Reo adds.
"Of course you knew Billionaire chameleon," Gagamaru drawls. "Rich birds of a feather flock together."
"Please, Meguru's family makes The Mikages look like working class," Aiku scoffs, while crossing his arms. "They have nothing on the Fujiwaras. New vs Old Money."
"Just how famous are they," Loki asks.
"So famous, Shibuya? Shinjuku? Belongs to them." Aiku leans over the back of the couch to look at the French mentor. "Nothing in Japan was made without them. They basically raised this nation."
"And they've been doing so since the 11th Emperor of Japan. Back in 29 BC the first descendant of the Fujiwara family was a supposedly scholar turned merchant," Nagi explained bored. "All this can be found in Japanese history for 10th grade textbooks all over the country."
"Damn. History textbook famous," Charles whistles. "I should get with him."
"As if you have a chance," Otoya snorts, plopping down next to Karasu. "You're tiny. And you're French."
Lara laughs. "Yeah. Definitely no to the French part."
"They are the only family that managed to survive every single Era of modernization. While staying out of politics," Reo adds. "Almost impossible. They've been trendsetters in every century. To the point were people think they've either been blessed by God's or are Gods themselves."
"But that does sound impossible. They've been here since BC? And are STILL filthy rich? Is there no dirt on these people," Lorenzo furrowed his eyebrows.
"Dirt? On literal angels. They're always the first pay their taxes. Transparency in every single aspect of their assets. They run campaigns against many social problems, run orphanages, free hospitals, they made education free. Currently working to make tertiary education free and reducing tax burden on the working class," Reo explains. "They've been flawless their entire existence."
"Okay. They're perfect so why is his mother so famous," Charles wonders.
"She's the first girl born in the family since, the modernization of Japan," Sendou explains. "And she's a literal goddess. The first love of many Japanese men. The boys here are just outliers."
"Okay she's pretty and rich, I don't see the hype," Grim waves his hand.
"She played football, Japan's women's team won the World Cup back in 1999. She's been trying to live a low-key life as an artist," Aryu adds. "She's perfection."
"They made her the face of an anti-suicide campaign, suicide rates dropped by 70 percent," Niko explains.
"A survey was conducted with 100 thousands married men, if they would leave their wives for Yuu. 2300 men said no. The rest would. She's perfection," Otoya responds.
"Of course you would know something about leaving one woman for another," Chigiri scowls at the Alpha. Otoya just shrugs.
"Japanese porn is like 60 percent deep fakes of her," Igarashi adds.
"Bro. Who the fuck asked," Aiku barked.
Raichi slapped him in the back of his head.
"Shut your trap."
"How pretty is she," Grim wonders. "Like what is it? From what I saw she looked a little plain."
"It's different when she's in front of you," Rin says calmly. "Feels like sun rays lighting up your surroundings."
"So like her son," Lorenzo replies.
"Yeah," Aiku chuckles. "Like her son. He'd like that."
"So, we all fapped to his mom," Shidou breaks the silence that had just formed.
"Yep," Sendou says popping the 'p'.
"Really dude," Aiku pulls a face.
"Yeah. Like normal people, show of hands," Sendou shrugs his shoulders, lifting his hand high into the air.
An alarming majority of the Blue Lock roster raised their hands.
"Barou doesn't masturbate, he's too busy on his grind," Sendou jokes when Barou doesn't put up his hand.
"Well maybe he should. Then he'd stop fucking Aryu in the public bath," Lorenzo grumbles loudly.
"He's always tells me to keep them clean. Hypocrite," Nagi mumbles sleepily.
"Oh like you're any better," Barou growls launching himself at Lorenzo. "We hear you fucking Sendou too."
"Damn," Karasu cackles.
"I don't know why you're laughing," Sendou snaps his head in Karasu's direction. "You're busy fucking that demon spawn in your lap."
Otoya presses his lips together, turning his face away from his friend. Zantetsu's laughs loudly.
"Idiot we hear you running to Reo-kun every single night. You're not safe just cause he's your little boyfriend," Karasu smirks crossing his arms.
"Lay off my boyfriend," Reo rolls his eyes. "You're just pressed about being in a situationship with Shidou."
"Uh? What do you mean," Shidou sits up. "We're dating."
"No we're not," Karasu replies quickly.
"Oh," the tanned alpha replies, his legs falling from Karasu's lap. "We're not?"
"Yeah we're not dating," Karasu answers calmly.
The atmosphere is cold and wary of Shidou's reaction.
"Guys not here," Nanase pleads gently.
"Go trip on a fucking knife you hick," Shidou glares at the kind beta.
"Yeah. Fuck you asshole," Nanase stands up. "That's my cue," he walks out of the room.
"What made you think we're dating," Karasu eyes Shidou up and down.
"Besides you fucking my brains after practice," Shidou deadpans.
"You're acting like I'm the only fucking you," Karasu scoffs rolling his eyes.
"Cause you are-"
"Yeah, nice try. Like I'll believe that," Karasu cuts the tanned Alpha off.
"Don't. Fucking. Cut. Me. Off." Shidou pounced on top of Karasu. Straddling the the blue haired Alpha, pinning both arms to the couch. The air is filled with two dominant scents fighting each. "You were my first Alpha. Really."
"Really? Couldn't tell. Being your first means jackshit-"
"Do you mean that," Shidou's voice is cold and empty. "Does being my first mean jackshit to you, Tabito?"
Karasu is silent for a moment, the blue haired alpha sighed deeply. "Am I supposed to feel special? Ya don't make it reassuring. We had something goin' on then, you're taken away. The next time I see you're all over Sae Itoshi begging for his attention like a common whore."
"How am I supposed to feel," Karasu breaks free, wrestling Shidou's strong arms behind the tanned Alpha. "Cause it didn't seem to mean much to you anyways. Now that Sae is not near, ya wanna run back to me? I'm not a second option. Not for you, not for anyone. I'm not gonna wait for you."
"You want to date me? Prove yourself. You blew your first shot. This is your last chance," Karasu releases Shidou's arms. The blonde Alpha slumps forward, head resting on Karasu's shoulder.
"What do I need to do Alpha," Shidou purrs loudly.
"A hatrick," Karasu smirks.
"Oh fuck me," Otoya jumps up. "Yeah we're cooked," he cusses. Lara shakes his head.
"Blondie's gonna tear us a new again," he shivers. Otoya slumps against Lara. "See you guys in the dumpster fight," Lara nods towards Agi.
"Yeah you're not beating them," Agi replies with a shrug, gesturing to Shidou.
"And you're not beating them," Otoya points at Don Lorenzo.
The Barcha duo leaves grumbling something about rotten luck.