You lost. Again.

So here you were. When you lost, you went straight back to the Ubers dorms. Which was the team you were on. You could just listen to music and drown it out, or just sleep.

It reminds you of the time when you first went into blue lock. Thinking you could win against Isagi. But didn't. And you were the cause.

You decided to take a stroll around the dorms. The Ubers team, the Bastard Munchens team.. Until you reach the P.X.G teams. The one you had just lost too.

You decide to walk back to your, but along the way you bump into an eccentric French boy. Who is fifteen, your age. And he's the main reason why his team won and not yours. Due to his excellent passing.

Since you two are the same height, he looks up and you and smiles. He looks up with his young innocent eyes. "Mon Chéri, I have seen you before! You got through my teams defense!" He says with his excited tone. He has practically no common sense. And acts like a sugar rushed toddler in a fifteen year olds body.

He reaches up and touches your hair. Which you tense and freeze for a second. He looks happier, and has this undeniable charm.. Which you practically fall into.