You were caught off guard and stumbled slightly but quickly regaining back your momentum and slowing your speed and eventually halted dribbling the ball when the sound of whistle was blown by the referee reached your ears.

Eyes hastily casted on the screen and you were quite satisfied with the current score.

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[ 3 - 0 ]

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Oh, you couldn't wait to-

"Never once in my life would've thought you would play dirty, [Y/N]."

Mentally sighing to yourself, you turned your whole body around to face the infamous Kidou Yuuto,

"Having a new experience is pretty good, don't you think so?"Shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly and added,

"However, I apologize. I might've lashed my anger out on you. I was angry."You said truthfully, observing his injuries that he got from the recent play. Guess you're way into this match than you should.

Your hands lifted negligibly to hold him when he was about to lose his balance but quickly retracted them back when he showed no sign of needing your help.

"Why are you doing this?"

His eyes surprisingly made a contact with yours,

"We're friends, [Y/N]. We've been together along with the others."

Your lips quivering slightly, probably hesitating to tell him the answer for his question but everything was left forgotten when-

"Player number 17!"

A voice roared out your name aloud, having not only you but the other players as well, flinched in surprise. Eyes screwed shut, exhaling a low grunt which is audible to both you and Yuuto before slowly opening them.

Head slowly turned to look at the irritation on your coach's face when he impatiently tapping his feet with arms crossed. You suck a deep breath through your gritting teeth and exhaled out a shaky breath, taking a small step forward but his question halted you from moving.

"Just what are you trying to do, [Y/N]?"

There was a moment of silence in the air between both of you. Your back facing the male, the number that was yelled out by your coach earlier displayed perfectly on your dark grey colored jersey,

"Mind your own business, Yuuto."Your cold voice sneered and halfway craning your head to look behind to the young male teen, ignoring the beeping sound from your band that gave you a warning if you waste any more moment,

"You're not the only playmaker on this field."

Unconsciously you pursed your lips together and quickly jogging back to your team, mentally prepared for the upcoming insult from the teal hair colored adult.

"Don't waste everyone's time with your dilly dally chat, number 17."

Silence is the only thing that came out from your lips instead of screaming out everything inside your mind. Instead of giving him more headache, you forced your body to bow your head slightly down for a 10-degree angle,

". . . I apologize for my behavior."

"Tch, whatever. People on the internet are saying that it's a 'good match'. You know what-"

As soon as he spoke up, your mind immediately wandered to somewhere else. Even paying attention to him was a choice, you would just ignore it when the only thing he did was looking through comments about your current match.

"Do you guys intend to bring shame to Area's sublime authority? You should make at least 3 goals per person. Seishou Gakuen is only an ordinary bunch, so what's giving you a hard time to do so?!"

"You're being way too greedy."You spoke up and turned your head so you could face him, it wasn't a surprise if you received a dirty look from him.

"And you there, girly."He hissed, taking a few steps forward as you remained still at your spot. You winced and took a step behind when he pokes your masked forehead with his hard tablet, something you didn't expect him to do.

"You're the Soccer Empress, yes? Then score as many goals as you can against those ordinary flocks. Ten, fifteen, or even twenty goals. Much more than your solo play with Teikoku Gakuen!"

[ color ] hues narrowed in dismay at his words due to his ridiculously high expectation of you.

Lips parted a slight, choosing this as a moment for you to voice out your inner thought that you've been holding back after listening to his ridiculous sentences,

"If I think the score will threaten our chance of winning, then I might consider following your childish order. But even so, I don't think it was necessary when it was an absolute win for us."

"You're way too full of yourself." He mumbled those words in his surprisingly low voice, walking back to his previous spot, "Such behavior of yours is unforgivable but I'll let it slide since he told me you're essential in this team."

"Only if you score another seven goals!"Seemingly this time, he intending such words to everyone but you aren't even an exception.

"Then get going already if you got it!"

"Yes, sir!"Everyone, including you, yelled out simultaneously, and yet, Nosaka didn't even hide the fact that he didn't say anything.

Without any warning, Miura placed his palms on both side of your head, vigorously knocking your brain against your skull to ' check ' whether you are okay or not.

Which is not after his action.

"Stop it, you punk. What would you do if you make me dumber than you?"

"That's an insult for you."

"That's the point."

"And I'm offended."He chuckled light-heartedly and look over to the other side of the field where the opponent of your team have their gazes on the twins menacingly.

"They already figured out our attack patterns."Your twin spoke, the thought of how they figured it out only in the first half got him in a bad mood and spared you a glance,

"What do you say, aniue? Should we do what that jerk said?"

"Another two points would be enough, "You reluctantly declared after 2 minutes of observing the current score. You couldn't put on even a small smile as you have to follow his order at the end.

It was clear who would turn out to be the winner, however, without using that forbidden technique, this situation might change.

You hate that you sometimes can't predict the result because of him.

That captain of yours to have the nickname Emperor of Tactics as his.

"I want to observe the absolute commander of the pitch a little bit longer. It seems he set the bar of himself a bit too high than he should."