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Bachira Meguru rise and shine mtfs, we got a whole new day for our mission
Aryu Jyubei Today is a glam-orous day for me, and maybe for Isagi's hair too.
Bachira Meguru wake up genius!!! @NagiSeishiro
Chigiri Hyoma Good morning, Bachira! Aryu! I doubt Nagi is already awake, y'know him
Bachira Meguru oh right 💀 why am i even surprised, he doesn't have isagi to wake him up anymore 😭😭
An ahoge pet a day kept Nagi satisfied for a day.
That was his usual mantra every waking day for the whole second selection, up until the U-20. Isagi had stuck to him like a mother hen every morning to wake him up in time, so he wouldn't be late for their practice. Isagi knew how much of a sleeper Nagi is, and would even fall asleep once he got something solid to lean on. As a way to show gratitude, every time Isagi would rouse him from his sleep an immediate head pat would quickly land on his hair, ruffling it into a mess.
Nagi was unable to live by that mantra anymore.
Today, Nagi suffers from sprout deprivation, as Bachira had coined the term. Symptoms included: missing to touch the fluff sprout and the urge to ruin the neat tuft of hair. To feel the strands slide in each crevice of his fingers.
It stemmed as a common illness, at the start of Neo-Egoist League, before it transformed into a chronic illness that hindered Nagi to instantly reach for the soft hair and wait for the dopamine to kick in.
No, it was not a real malady, but that was how he liked to describe it, although he knew himself he was far from being the most dramatic person (Rin would be the one). Even Bachira was trying to incite him with his jokes. He just missed spending time with Isagi, that's all.
"I think I'll be number one in the race," he said to Reo as he rubbed his toes together below the table. The thought had only crept in his mind when he took a hold of his smartphone once again.
He sat in his usual squat, paired with a horrible slouch compared to Reo who had his posture perfect every time. They were only given an hour for a quick break before they had to go back to practice again. Still, Nagi made no move to finish his food, and the spoonful of rice and katsu left Reo to give it prickly eyes.
"What race?" Reo asked, and Nagi saw him from the corner of his eyes to stand up.
Reo had already finished his own and stood up to return the tray with the dirty dishes. Reo would always scold him for it when he gets impatient waiting for Nagi, but Nagi's thick headedness was unable to get penetrated. He had always been apathetic to such chores if they didn't concern football or Isagi.
"Isagi's hair pet race," he said.
Reo whipped his head to him before he could even put down the tray. He immediately discarded it to the respective bin, and made a beeline to slam his hands on the table.
"What? Who in their right mind would make it a race?" Without even looking up, Nagi could already see the gray fumes shooting out of Reo's ears.
He knew it was an idea not many people get. Different preferences or whatever they liked to call it. But Nagi would like to educate them, willingly. After all, an Isagi's ahoge pet a day keeps misery away.
"Bachira," Nagi replied. "He asked me to compete with him, on who will be the winner for petting Isagi's hair the most."
Reo gave him a deadpanned look. Clearly unimpressed that his hands were now crossed over his chest, the Blue Lock training kit creasing in the process. "You two are idiots. It's not a freaking competition."
Nagi begged to differ.
"Why not? It's a big deal to me." Nagi gave a nonchalant shrug, a whole contrast with his words.
Because to him, Isagi was like his cactus Choki. The one he left at home, he was cute but thorny and it made Nagi want to pet them despite its spiky appearance. Isagi was a savage on the field the first time they met. He even saw him as an unassuming average guy that was impossible to be clingy on. But lo and behold, he was left in awe and now a freaking puppy ready to wag his tail just to pat Isagi's lovely sprout sticking out of his hair.
"I'm telling you, it's not. I don't even know how you two got the time for that." Reo digressed, pointing on Nagi's plate that was beginning to annoy him. "Go finish your food first, that's the big deal."
Nagi only raised his eyes at Reo. "You wouldn't know. You're not in the gc anyway."
"You guys have a freaking group chat?!"
Reo's jaw had dropped, Nagi feared it might reach the table. Oh, right. He hadn't told Reo about the group chat, yet.
It was only a gag group chat made by Bachira, who wouldn't stop pestering Nagi about how soft Isagi's hair felt in their own private conversation out of the blue. It kinda snowballed there, the moment Bachira gleefully asked him a question, "Can you pat Isagi's hair more than me, though?".
Nagi was thrilled of course, it was a new challenge so unlike playing football, but more personal. And in the initial creation of the gc, along the run of finding prospective members, spurred Chigiri one morning, as he was doing his usual stretching. They flocked to him like curious incessant birds and asked if he already patted Isagi's hair. Chigiri said yes, and the three of them were the original members. Aryu came along by the end of the second selection.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Just for that? For a race of who gets to pat Isagi's hair the most?" Reo chuckled in amusement before it instantly morphed into a curious one.
Nagi got a bad feeling. If he was the one to revel for challenges, he could say the same for Reo. He was more of a general competitive type, whether it'd be football or discussing the latest stock updates. He always had a say on it.
Reo leaned down, leveled his head to meet Nagi's eyes. A glint of smirk all too evident on the way his cheek was pulled on one side.
"That's ridiculous," Reo said, "But I want to join."
"I can't add you, there are requirements you need to meet first."
Another day had passed after an arduous practice under Chris Prince's wing again.
Nagi had thought he hadn’t sweat so much under Ego's guidance more than Chris's training regime. It was like running a military, but instead of focusing on the task, they decided to focus on the damn defence that Nagi didn't know it was required to be a gym rat. In comparison, Ego's kind of football was the actual sport itself, which he had grown accustomed to. While Manchester Shine's type was a gym sprinkled with a little football, all to make their muscles ripple and stiff to the touch.
But the tirade about Manchester Shine only lasted right after the practice ended. Nagi didn't hate it, he just didn't like focusing much on physical fitness, even though he knew how much of an important part that is for playing.
He was slumped on the wall chugging down the hydro flask of water. He only heard Reo slide down by the space beside him.
"If I pet his hair, let's say… I've done it this week. Am I instantly in?" Nagi didn't look at him, only squeezed the flask centimeters away from his mouth, gurgling the water straight to his throat.
He set down the water bottle and said, "Yes."
"Like that's literally it? You can't be serious." Reo elbowed him.
Nagi already had no expression most of the time by being stoic, so how could everyone ask if he was joking? "Reo, it's not a mafia or whatever. Of course, it's that easy."
"No shit-sherlock, with the way you guys made a gc for him, I think it looks like an Isagi worshiping cult."
"Guess I'm a cult leader then," Nagi said.
Reo made a face, one of disgust. "Shut up." His fist met contact with Nagi's bicep and successfully tipped him a little to the side.
"What? It's true." Nagi almost sputtered, eyes wide like saucers to show genuine affect.
"Everyday, I get new unwarranted information of how hopeless you are." Reo shook his head. "Can't be helped. But I'd like to know where this will head."
Nagi, with his air of listlessness and words that meant with actual seriousness would always astound Reo. Nagi was an enigma, appearance wise, words not correlating to how he acts when he says it. It would piss Reo off most of the time. But it made sense why he was glued to someone like Isagi, who wears his values as his sleeves, decisive. Nagi found himself drawn to a fire.
Reo caught his attention again when he pointed at his phone beside the stack of water bottles. It was vibrating like crazy. "Hey, your phone is going bonkers, I thought you had it on do not disturb?"
"I do it when I'm playing, most of the time. Haven't turned it off for today though."
Nagi swiped his phone, opening it, then a couple of buttons pressed before the group chat was on the screen. He half expected to be bamboozled by Bachira trying to reason with his "slap-chop" thingy with Isagi to be counted. Nagi had already lost count and would never try to count it as one.
"Is that the gc?" Reo made sure to jut out his head forward to see what the ruckus was all about.
Bachira Meguru what the fuck
Bachira Meguru oh my god
Bachira Meguru guys are you online??? we have a fucking emergency
Bachira Meguru KAISER IS ASKING TO BE ADDED
"Is he joking?" Reo asked incredulously.
Nagi's eyes shot forward to locate Chigiri who was lacing up his boots on the bench beside Hiiragi, and outright yelled, causing others to look at him in surprise as well. After all, it was not everyday they got to hear Nagi shout outside the pitch, or to see him fear-stricken that marred his usual expressionless face.
"Chigiri!" He raised his phone a bit to Chigiri, and it seemed like his former team white player got the cue quickly.
Chigiri jogged towards them, crouching after he reached Nagi. "Why? What happened?"
"Bachira said, 'Kaiser is asking to be added.'" Nagi's face contorted to an ill scowl. At a simple mention of Kaiser's name was enough to put his mood into being tired, to being tired—but also with raging annoyance to a certain blonde haired man.
He'd rather get everyone in Blue Lock to join, and when Nagi meant everyone, he didn't mean Kaiser.
"Hell, no," Chigiri said in distaste.
Regarding typical arguments, Chigiri and Nagi's brain were wired into the same system. To detest Kaiser from joining was one of them.
"Yeah, no. I'll delete the gc myself before he can try to join." Nagi took things with either complete half-assery or complete seriousness, no in between. And in this case, it was the latter.
"Say: you don't want him to join," Chigiri said, tipping his head up to push Nagi into typing a response.
Nagi's brows met in defiance. "Why don't you say it, too? I know Bachira wouldn't want him to join. We'll be the majority."
"Wait, why are you guys against him? I mean… he's kind of an asshole but wouldn't he know that there is a requirement to meet or is that a lie?"
"The race one was fifty-fifty, the gc knows about the competition, but only me and Bachira are serious. The rest is true. You'll only need to pat Isagi's hair then you'll be allowed to join."
"Hey, I take it seriously too! I'm just not a maniac about it like you and Bachira," Chigiri said, about to slap Nagi's shoulder. "Aryu is there for Isagi and his hair secret."
"Then how do you make sure what he's saying is real?" Reo asked, cupping his chin between his fingers.
"I don't think anybody will lie, well—you can't. You need proof." Chigiri gave Reo an obvious look.
"And if I lie about petting Isagi's hair—what if I kiss h—"
"Reo!" A unison between Nagi and Chigiri halted Reo from finishing his sentence. The shout was evident of their detest to Reo's idea. "Don't you dare."
"It's a joke. Well—the former isn't."
As if they would let him in the first place. Nagi wouldn't, and he knew Chigiri would be clipping Reo's lips with a clam he fished somewhere before his lips could land on Isagi's cheeks or worse—on his lips. But hell, it'd be fun. To make a mess and earn their ire, especially Nagi who still had a score to settle with him. Using Isagi might be worth it.
"Why? Are you guys jealous? Is that why you all don't want Kaiser to join?" Reo smirked, pushing his hair back as a wave of confidence kicked in from the newfound information.
"I don't like him," Nagi said. "I saw their match. I always see him trying to agitate Isagi. He's no good."
"He's an asshole, that's the only answer," Chigiri commented, arms crossed over his chest.
A ding. A signal sound for notification that was supposed to be silent. But Nagi was already swiping at his screen to check, even if they weren't allowed to dawdle the time that should be spent for practice.
"Fuck. I think Bachira added him," Nagi hissed, his eyes gave an irate roll.
Bachira Meguru try to welcome our new member! :)
[Michael Kaiser joined the group chat]
Michael Kaiser sent a photo
Michael Kaiser i think i'm well qualified to be in this gc
Aryu Jyubei Oh, my. That was a surprise, but considering you are one of the glamorous people here in Blue Lock, no wonder you got to pet his hair. Isn't it soft?
Michael Kaiser softest, i wonder if i'll lead the race by the time we leave blue lock ;)
Nagi left him on seen, gritting his teeth. Fuck, he knew about the damn race, too. Maybe someone from Bastard München was getting all this information, ready for Kaiser's ears to be heard or seen. But that couldn't be possible… all four members were from Blue Lock, none of them could've been the snitch.
He'd bet it was the former.
Like a jumping bunny was his thoughts one after another, but was pulled out of his reverie by Reo.
"C'mon Nagi, relax. He's probably pulling on your leg. There's no way he got tons of head pats on Isagi already." A hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"I don't think that applies to Kaiser," Chigiri said, eyes fleeting to the other Manshine players that clocked out of the locker room. Already finished changing into fresh jerseys.
"Yeah, you don't know him."
"Shut up! You don't know him either!" Reo bit back, before evidently stilling. "Hell, you're right. That fucker might be telling the truth, imagine him giving Isagi head pats everyday! You're losing! No! We're all losing!"
"Calm down, calm down, I bet it was just a ploy to get us heated." Chigiri intervened, voice leveled.
He was right, Reo had a point, too. If Nagi, the one who was leading the race, among every other player in Blue Lock like Bachira. Everything was over for them. He might as well bid goodbye to winning it, with Kaiser snatching the crown on his head.
It felt like a fucking insult to himself.
Nagi could imagine him smirking as they all knew what he was talking about. Most likely, Kaiser got ahold of the pic from one of his lackeys in Bastard München, Nagi wasn't surprised. It was not like they were trying to forbid anyone new to join their group chat, but it's Kaiser. That should be on its own a warning.
Because having Kaiser as another competitor was bound to give him a headache. It was harder than forming a play in his mind, or what position he should take on the pitch knowing his opponents were ruthless. And Nagi was just Nagi.
"I made up my mind. I'll be another competitor. I wanna play my cards against Kaiser." Reo smirked, a push of his sweaty bangs to reveal the mischievous glint in his eyes. "You'll see me on the ranks, Nagi."
Crap. Another one in the list, and an unwanted accumulation to his seemingly permanent migraine. And it was not just any other person Nagi would prefer. It's his best friend.
Hell, it'd be so un-Nagi of him if he were to lose to them.
Nagi half-expected Reo to officially start his "head-patting spree" before their match, as they were rather serious on winning but what Reo did was worse. An acute change in his behavior was uncharacteristic of him. Acting like Isagi's long lost best friend, exchanging giggles and laughs while Nagi watched on the sidelines. It seemed like he was enthusiastically driven from their conversation with Chigiri.
Well, apathy would work best in Nagi's situation. And that's what he would do now—only observe—bask it in until he deemed it right to act. Then gain the upper hand from there.
So when Isagi appeared in their England strata room, it was like inviting the predators to devour a mutt. Nagi was thrilled. It had been a while since their loss against Isagi—now only linger like a feeble sting on them. Thankfully it did, unlike a gaping wound the other players never got to stitch, none of them were Reo flashing him a millionaire's grin, something Nagi hadn't seen in a long time.
"It's broken." Isagi showed the perfect display of his micro translator. "I broke it."
"What happened?" Nagi asked, throwing his feet down the floor out of curiosity. Isagi rarely gets sidetracked to check on them.
"I slept on it, thinking those were my earphones. I was trying to learn some new German words." Sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.
It piqued Reo's interest, raising an eyebrow, already in front of Isagi without a beat. "Oh? Learning German for what?"
"I want to communicate better with my teammates," Isagi replied. "But that's not important. Please, Reo, I heard from Ego that they were expensive and we probably only have one pair each. I don't think I'll get another one." Isagi practically pleaded, rubbing his palms together in a desperate plea.
Nagi's inkling was suggesting that he may have wanted to learn German so he could knock Kaiser down a peg during matches.
Out of impulse, Nagi moved to raise a helping hand. "I can give you mine."
Nagi walked his feet cold on the ground until he towered over Isagi with his height that contrasted the innocent charm when he offered his own earbuds with open palms. Like a gift.
"Nagi... I can't take it. It might be your only pair, too." Isagi shook his head, fingers deliberately unreaching and kept on his front.
Reo purposely bristled, to which Nagi turned to give a confused look at him. Reo had gone to tinker his bedside drawer and came back like a charming prince ready to sweep Isagi away from his dilemma.
And he did, annoyingly so.
"Don't worry, Isagi. This one is on me." Reo flashed Isagi a big grin, the one that instantly flooded Isagi's cheeks red, and damn if it didn't make Nagi angry.
Isagi's cheeks were splashed with jadeite by Nagi every time he would piss him off for being disorganized. Not in this particular way that it made him fume even harder when Reo swiftly held Isagi's hand and placed an unopened box of micro translator—a fool would've mistook it as some sort of ring—and Nagi fought the sudden urge to kill his friend right there.
"Is this your pair—? Wait, I don't think I'll take…"
"Don't take me lightly, I got a spare."
"Really? You're giving this one to me? I won't be able to pay you back for this early, so please give me time!" The pink in Isagi's cheeks never subsided, and the fact that his eyes merely glimmered, Nagi could only be jealous of Reo getting all of his attention and those damned heart eyes.
"No, it's okay. This will be enough payment." Reo reached out his right hand high, luckily for Nagi who instantly saw through his plan, managed to flick it away.
"—I'm giving mine, too. You can have both."
And when he was quick to drop his hand to his pockets to feel it empty, Reo's left hand did a counter and landed on Isagi's tuft of hair. Up to the precious two strands that seemed to have a mind of their own—annoyingly cute.
Then Reo took the opportunity and ruffled it.
One for Reo, and nothing for Nagi.
Nagi for the longest time, was contemplating whether he should drop Reo as a friend or add him begrudgingly to their gc. But he acquiesced to fair play, and it would be a right decision for him to do.
Touch keys clicked and clacked and he proceeded to type Reo's name in the search bar before pressing the "add" button.
[Mikage Reo joined the group chat]
The news spread like a wildfire and someone unbeknownst to Reo and Nagi's knowledge was calculating his own move. The hot topic was shushed and passed between the ears of those who know. And to those who were unaware only had the chance to decode the whisper in the halls or liked to play wall to be all-hearing. Luckily, it didn't reach the ears of Isagi. Only Kurona, who lost a bet with his teammates and was the one to grab them drinks.
It was then he heard, got intrigued, and now planning—right as of this exact moment while brushing his teeth—on how to pat Isagi's hair in an inconspicuous way more than he ought to have thought out how to give creative ball passes.
Somehow, the latter was an easy choice, like a reflex that required less use of his brain. But this, this matter on how to get into that group chat he heard Reo and Nagi had been talking about yesterday.
Clownery was Kurona's initial thought. It could be close to impossible given Isagi's temper. They're close, yes. But not too close compared to those who have been teammates with him before the Neo-Egoist league—someone like Yukimiya or worse, Raichi, hate to mention the fact that Igaguri was included, too.
But it's Isagi, Kurona tried his best to look at the positive side. He is Isagi's roommate, of course he could do it a hundred times. Their planet hotline chemistry could overtake some pseudo-planets connections.
Isagi entered the scene but Kurona's focus was nowhere capable of hearing the timbre of his voice.
"We have such good chemistry on the pitch, don't you think so?" Isagi asked, spitting the foamy texture of toothpaste out of his mouth.
His head resurfaced as quickly as it was down when he didn't hear Kurona answer. "Kurona? Kurona!"
This visibly shook Kurona out of his stillness, owlish eyes blinked in succession as his forgotten toothbrush was still lodged between his cheek and molars. "Sorry, sorry, what was that?"
"I said we're good partners, we'll definitely be scoring dozens in the future!" Starry blueberry eyes seemed unreachable in Kurona's vision. Isagi being taller didn't help, but the cute aggression that hit his chest was inescapable.
"I think so, too." Kurona and his awe-stricken face subconsciously reached out if any drool dripped from his mouth.
"We were better." Bachira was leaning against the door with his back flat on the door frame. A sideways glance didn't forbid Isagi from flinching in shock after seeing his towering figure on the reflection. "Remember the second selection?"
Kurona would never deem Bachira as an opponent outside the pitch, but this time… he would be glad to make an enemy out of him.
"Bachira! What brought you here?" Isagi asked, focus no longer on Kurona but on the new arrival of his Team Z teammate.
"My monster-sense was telling me something bad will happen." Bachira smiles, throwing a jest more likely aimed at Kurona.
"Oh, c'mon. It's just Kurona. I believe you saw him pass during the second selection." Isagi was trying to get rid of the iffy indication Bachira might have on Kurona, naively.
What all Bachira had said was a little threat that no one should ever take seriously, unless Bachira treats it as that.
"Yes, I've watched how you guys play. But it was not on par with what we had."
Kurona's words would've been enough to send Bachira offended, but his action was what made him livid.
Kurona reached up to touch the back of Isagi's head, all while his sharp-tooth showed how delighted he was when he made sure to ruffle the tuft of hear like a soft caress.
"You're right, very right. Because I'm his new partner now, right Isagi?" Kurona raised an eyebrow, anticipating Isagi's answer.
"Now is possible, but I doubt you're permanent, he misses my passes for sure." Bachira was swift to retaliate with an attack.
"You two deserve a head pat for being such great partners." A beaming smile ran across Isagi's face and the two were quick as gone.
What they didnt expect was when it was Isagi's hands that landed on their hair, giving them resemblance of what looked like "good job". Bachira and Kurona couldn't get any praise of higher worth than this. Nothing, absolutely nothing.
It's two points for Kurona and one for Bachira.
[Kurona Ranze joined the group chat]
Kurona Ranze hello, hello, i want to ask if it's isagi doing the head pat to me the higher point equivalent it has
Bachira Meguru that's what i want to ask too ;3
Mikage Reo @NagiSeishiro I think you have to see this and @ChigiriHyoma just in case
Chigiri Hyoma ??? How?
Nagi Seishiro that's invalid, zero points :×
Bachira Meguru boo you're just jealous, isagi wouldn't be able to reach your head and pat it 💀
Aryu Jyubei If they got it fair why not? Also, did isagi's hair care routine changed? I'm curious.
read by Michael Kaiser
Kurona had been silently, discreetly giggling in his bed with his phone in hand. Trying to keep as much of the noise to himself so he wouldn't distract Hiori tidying his clothes. Fresh from the shower, water pellets still dripped once in a while to the bed sheets even with a towel on his shoulders.
A gasp—almost a wheeze from what Bachira and Nagi were arguing about was enough for his blunder to be blown. And before he had a chance to react, Hiori was at his side, one foot raised on his bed with a curious, questioning gaze at his phone.
"Wha—"
"What are you giggling about?"
His fingers were quick to scramble as a sense of panic immediately rushed in. Suddenly, he was unable to remember how to turn off his phone, or turn it to the side. Instead, it was left to flop on the bed, with the screen in a ventral direction—free from Hiori's eyes to digest the consecutive messages being sent in the group chat.
Bachira Meguru @NagiSeishiro answer the poll dummy
Nagi Seishiro dont wanna
Bachira Meguru u r the last one. PICK. long hair isagi or bald isagi
Nagi Seishiro idc as long as i can pet his hair
Mikage Reo Don't force him Bachira, the poll is not even important to the race
Bachira Meguru WHAT DO U MEAN REO??? you voted bald isagi
And the poll showed exactly four votes in total with Bachira and Reo who opted for the bald option. As for the long hair choice, Chigiri and Aryu showed their preference to it, leaving the deciding vote to Nagi and be the tiebreaker.
Kaiser wasn't even considered as the last voter since he hadn't been opening the group chat based on his last read receipts. Plus, Bachira wasn't exactly sure how to approach the odd man out of their gc.
"You guys have a group chat for Isagi?" Hiori asked.
And Kurona's bottom teeth showed in a grimace. A swift swipe of his hand to take his phone before he jumped out of bed to the hallway in embarrassment.
"Hey—! Where are 'ya going?"
"Bathroom. Bathroom."
It seemed Hiori didn't bite it, nor did Kurona think it was believable when he was already caught red-handed. And Hiori had followed him out of the room to the hallways.
"I asked you a question! Kurona!"
Kurona practically speed walked so fast that he didn't even notice Yukimiya who saw the two of them blitzing past the Germany strata. Actually, Kurona had no clue on where his feet would take him, but as long as he could implode the embarrassment at the end, it would be fine.
"It's fine… whatever might that be. I just want to know." Hiori tried again as Kurona remained unresponsive.
Kurona just looked back for a split second, then he was speed walking again.
"I won't tell Isagi."
But it seemed like Kurona didn't need that much convincing anyway. Feet almost burned from the screech when Hiori made a sudden halt when Kurona stopped walking in front of him—almost causing a collision.
"Really? Like really, really?"
"Yeah, 'm just curious," Hiori admitted, taking a moment to catch his breath.
"I just got added in here. It's an Isagi hair-petting gc." Kurona was telling all of it without breaking a face. Like in all seriousness. "See the name?"
"That's a great name. A genius one, I think." Sprout Deprivation Club. What a cute name.
'Right?" Kurona was nodding his head innocently.
Regardless of how cute of a name it is, Hiori couldn't help but sputter a laugh. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh but… is that all there is to it?"
Oh. Maybe Hiori was asking if it was in any way harming Isagi—which Kurona was hundred percent sure even if he had been a rookie member—fresh from the discovery of the pat Isagi gave him, that it's harmless.
While people like Bachira and Nagi were utterly shameless, aside from, maybe, Aryu, who had asked nothing but Isagi's hair care routine to which Kurona was certain that he had bugged Chigiri about his already.
"Yup, yup. In short, we're having a competition. Not really, but a race on who'd have the most tally of hair-petting Isagi," Kurona said. "I got the gist of the requirements, they're something you need to be done before you can join."
"Ooh, I see. That's interesting. It's a real deal then."
"I mean… 'cause even Kaiser joined. I saw his name. I think he didn't want to miss anything regarding Isagi."
"That sounds very much like a Kaiser thing to do. I don't doubt it."
"So… are you joining?" Kurona looked up at Hiori with wide eyes, patiently waiting for his response. He wasn't even trying to egg him on joining with any unnecessary ruse or charades. Though it would've been better if Hiori joined, so it'll be fun to be in competition with someone in Blue Lock among their team. Maybe even Yukimiya.
"I'd like to, but not now." Hiori smiled, one that was innocent at first before it morphed into a grinning smirk. One that was too familiar for Kurona to see when playing at the pitch. "I'll keep 'yer offer in mind."
"Move."
Both of them turned around at the same time, but only Kurona had to crane his neck enough to see who it was. There was Itoshi Rin, with his water bottle, walking towards them—what's behind them was a door of what looked like one of France strata's rooms.
Kurona pushed to the side silently, and Hiori followed to make way. Rin's unapproachable aura was unmatched enough to scare him a little. But it seemed like Hiori knew him, and had the guts to say a greeting.
"Hello, Rin-kun."
Kurona only gawked when Rin had only spared both of a glance, one that Kurona thought was a death stare. It seemed like Rin wanted their head for even looking at him.
Then there was a sharp pat on his back, with a laughing Hiori. "Scared aren't 'ya? Don't mind it. That's just how Rin-kun is."
"'Back, back. I don't want to walk these halls anymore."
Kurona's free time was swift to be taken away by bumping into a scuffle on his way to their shared room. And it was someone he didn't expect to meet.
"Hey, sharkboy."
It was Rin who somehow managed to corner him. Leaning against the gray walls with his arms crossed above his chest and eyes intense like Kurona owed him a debt.
"Add me in that group chat."
"Ah, the gc about Isagi?"
"What else?"
"No, no. I don't think I can add you that easily, you see—"
Before Kurona could finish his sentence, Rin was already walking away.
Bachira Meguru somebody wants to join in the fun!!!!
Aryu Jyubei Who is this esteemed gentleman?
[Itoshi Rin joined the group]
Rin stared at his screen. With his earphones plastered on his ears so he wouldn't be bothered accidentally by antenna man who was always up around and snooping in his business. He even made sure to finish his food faster than anyone he's sharing a room with and used the free minutes to take his phone to bed.
Was he finally in? The gc that holds what might be Isagi Yoichi's weakness? The Achilles heel of his rival and exploit it to their upcoming match against Bastard München? This right here might be the key to his victory.
Messages were quick to flood in.
Michael Kaiser wow i didn't expect blue lock's number 1 to be here
Nagi Seishiro we all know the reason
Itoshi Rin shut up
Mikage Reo So… how did you do it?
Itoshi Rin do what? beat isagi?
Itoshi Rin i joined because that's what i want to know. now give me answers
Rin typed his response, waiting as his eyes observed the moving icon of ellipsis. His introduction to the gc managed to summon every single one of its members. Rin had let his phone sit on his lap, patient as he pondered about how they would start listing out different strategies, tactics, or a probable move to defeat Isagi.
He'd need everything, it's a gc. And be immediately a foot out of the door the moment he got what he wanted.
Upon his pondering, his attention came to the gc name… Sprout Deprivation Club. Terribly weird for a group chat to be named after deprivation. Perhaps a more fitting word should be destruction, if sprout indeed came from after Isagi's two stems of ahoge.
Sprout Destruction Club. That's better, clear, and blunt of their objectives. To ruin and bring down Isagi Yoichi in the middle of the Neo-Egoist League.
The ellipsis disappeared, and messages one after another popped out of his screen. His eyes scanned each; came a horrifying revelation.
Chigiri Hyoma Rin, you're wrong. This is not what the gc is for
Bachira Meguru akshually ☝️🤓 this is not an isagi beating household its an isagi loving household
Nagi Seishiro we pet isagi's ahoge hair here sir
Aryu Jyubei I'm guessing you haven't patted Isagi's hair yet? Such a shame.
Kurona Ranze I told you it was not what you think it is… Sorry, sorry I should've tried harder
Mikage Reo If you wanna beat Isagi, ask Kaiser. He's Isagi's number 1 enemy now.
Nagi Seishiro isn't rin his rival tho
Michael Kaiser you're all no match for isagi or me, not here, and not in nel
Nagi Seishiro ok… this gc is getting chaotic just bcus everybody is patting isagi's hair now. how about a gc who hugged his waist. guess i'll be the only member :×
Patting Isagi's hair? That annoying hair sprout? Even the shitty rose was with their gimmick? Much less two of Isagi's teammates are in here? And a gc about hugging Isagi's waist should be created next?
What the hell is wrong with these idiots?!
Rin's impulsive fingers have acted on their own. For what reasons… he was also not aware of, not that he would admit. Crept to the group chat profile and saw its members. Call him killjoy, or no fun or whatever. It's just what he wants and he'll do it. From there he started his destruction.
[Itoshi Rin kicked Nagi Seishiro out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Michael Kaiser out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Bachira Meguru out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Aryu Jyubei out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Chigiri Hyoma out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Mikage Reo out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin kicked Kurona Ranze out of the group]
[Itoshi Rin has left the group]
Sprout Deprivation Club, more like, Sprout Deprivation Club's Destruction.