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using japanese honorifics when ego + kanade because ego already refers to makoto as 'hirawa' his last name

so kanade to differentiate is 'hirawa-chan'

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 ❝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.❞ 

BLUE LOCK

today, 8:27 pm

hirawa.kanade

LMAO MAKO YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOURE PLAYING AGAINST YOUR BOYFRIEND

gay older brother

I CANT BREATHEEE THEY ZOOMED INTO YOUR EXPRESSIONNN

YOURE SO SHOCKED I CANTT IM ABOUT TO GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY

HELP SOME PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT ME FROM THE AUDIENCE

oh shit i think they can see the resemblance between us MAKO

ego.jinpachi

Calm your ass down, Hirawa-chan.

He can't see your texts currently, but also..

Did you say 'boyfriend'?

hirawa.kanade

uhm! nothing..!!! 

nunya.. BUSINESS <33333 

hirawa.kanade has went offline.

ego.jinpachi

..God, I hate teenagers with all my life.

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𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓, 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇. she saw a few people glance in her direction, but continue paying attention to the match, being at the stadium, sitting in the audience. she ignores ego spamming her to elaborate what she meant by when she referred to sae as "makoto's boyfriend".

but she also saw yoichi, and she couldnt help but keep her focus exactly on him. following his every move, almost entranced— the sounds of the loud cheers who were first hard to ignore, now fade as if its white noise. "ISAGI YOICHI!" she yelled out several times.

during the game, he glances at her once, and when he does; kanade smiles and waves at him.. a detail he didnt catch on from afar, was that she had a pink-ish hue on her face. he aswell only huffed, and focused on the game with a small light pink blush on his face. 

good! yoichi now feels more inclined to win the match, because kanade is watching. serves as good motivation for the isagi, no?

she even bought a copy of his own jersey, yoichi noticed she was wearing a blue lock jersey with the number 11, matching his. and it says 'isagi' on the back aswell. "that woman, i swear.." yoichi blushed, sighing while he used his jersey to wipe the sweat on his face.

meanwhile, in the actual battlefield.. 

"and the ball goes to... itoshi sae!!" the sportscaster yells out, with a grin on his face. sae was traversing quickly with the ball within his grasp, the cheers 'japan' of the audience grow louder and louder.  chigiri changed his directions, going after sae directly.

'i wont let you!!'  the feminine-looking speedstar rushes at him, in an attempt to swipe the ball, utilizing his weapon. 'our defensive measures against a counter are already in place! when bachira moves up to attack, i fall back in order to reinforce the defensive line! its a system where bachira and i balance eachother's offense and defense!'

'with my speed.. i wont let you get past me!'  however, it was almost as if sae was.. bored? he didnt pay him any mind— hell, he wasn't even fazed. not giving chigiri any time to think, he swings back his leg.. and passed the ball over 50 meters long, inspecting closer; its a long-distance low pass at medium speed.

shit, he was holding back. this wasnt even him at his full potential. 'hes.. already passing to the front line!? what a quick judgement call!'  spinning thoughts clouding chigiri's head, the ball reaches a forward with the jersey number of 6, chou kento.

that's a super hard kick to do, y'know?! "just superb." chou utters those 2 words, before getting tailed by the .. delusio— i mean, the glam guy. aryu jyubei, "wait up. i am here, to be your opponent.. mannequin man."

with just a quick deny, he passes to his teammate, surprising aryu. "nah. kitsune." recieving the pass, he grins. "nice! thanks, chou-kun." the kitsune looking player with the jersey number 9, who similarly is named 'kitsunezato teru' sang out with undertones of smugness.

 "dont waste time, and keep moving ahead! thats the basics of a counter-attack! ♪" getting stopped by blue lock jersey #6, karasu.. the guy who gives some similarities between ravens.. or maybe a crow. hes unamused.

"nothin' we didnt forsee. come at me, shorty." 

"forsee?" kitsunezato grinned, a bit confused.. before he caught on, smiling with closed eyes, "same goes for us!" giving a side pass with his foot towards sae. 'shit..!! midrange from the goal post..'

'itoshi sae is open! its an offense that both starts and ends with itoshi sae! this quick counter is what the u-20 team was aiming for..!'  quickly catching on, karasu yells out for niko, he confirms. "dont worry, im on my way!"

'im not letting you shoot! ill get in the way of your shot.. and stall for a second.. and then—'  he stood in sae's way, sae seemed slightly surprised. widening his eyes, but nothing he didnt predict. everything is what he pictured in his head.. chigiri-kun would be back!! "nice, niko.." the speedstar spoke, gritting his teeth a bit.

'hes here! we've hot him surrounded! we've neutralized itoshi sae..'   or so did niko think, using a gentle touch of his leg.. sae lifted the ball into the air, through the gap between niko and chigiri. he played a perfect lob pass. just, how far exactly can he see ahead of everyone—!?

"hell yeah!" their ace spoke up, running towards the ball.. but someone reached it quickly before sendou did. none other than..

"fucking pest." makoto spoke up condescendingly , trapping the ball.. using his arm and back as a barrier, "get off my back, you damn bug." stopping sendou from trying to steal the ball. louder cheers emerged, now it was a mix of 'blue lock' and 'hirawa makoto'.

"good, hirawa!" niko shouts , makoto glanced behind him.. with a backheel pass, he shot it towards karasu.. also a nutmeg on sendou. "dont keep your legs wide open." the real madrid forward whispers to the pro-claimed 'ace of the national team'. karasu was about to take the loose ball, but sae cuts in.

"dont let him take it!" karasu screamed, while chigiri nods.. running after sae. "alright, im going! its coming again!" "watch out for a pass to the center." , sae has different plans.

realising just how incompetent the ace is, he moves to the side before switching to his egotistical playstyle.. using a line drive shot, even gagamaru cant block the shot, as it enters full speed into the net.

the cheers of the audience get louder, and more deafening.. 

U-20 JAPAN         BLUE LOCK ELEVEN

1  -   0              

'an amazing goal.. by itoshi sae.. nothing less expected, but i didnt know he'll put that card out yet.'  makoto thought, blinking a bit... a line drive shot from that position is difficult to perform, even for makoto. that was a crazy goal that spits in the face of everyone waiting for a pass in the center—!

"..holy shit.." isagi widened his eyes, not to mention everything before that , too.. just how good is his kicking?! "sae! sae!" the audience cheers out loudly in delight. itoshi sae, the genius that the entirety of japan has been eagerly waiting for..

"i get it now.." isagi placed the puzzle pieces of doubt together. the leading actor in this game is itoshi sae, hirawa makoto is the card that'll let him standout, and those of us from blue lock— are just this week's "bad guys" for his act!

nobody is looking at the likes of us!!  that thought.. single handedly scares isagi.. however— "dont get swept away, isagi." a cold voice slices through his train of thoughts, its rin. "you just have to look at me." holding the football, he has a glint of hatred in his eyes.

that , is the emotion he harbors for his older brother. "in 90 minutes, ill turn those cheers into screams of anguish."

"..makoto, you really tried outdoing yourself this time, however.." sae, looking over at his 'acquaintance'.. speaking clear for him. "..yeah, i figured. shut up." makoto looks a little sour, looking to the side annoyed. sae's lips curved slightly upwards, in amusement.

but he'll still spell it out for makoto, just to piss off his.. 'friend'.

❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞?❞

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