The world is at your feet.

That's what Reo had been taught ever since he was little; he would never need anything, never have to struggle, never, ever be below someone. And he believed that. He actually believed that.

Until soccer came into his life. The World Cup, a dream that etched into his mind for good, became his goal. His sole purpose. For the first time, Reo Mikage was willing to give blood, sweat and tears for something. His parents were firmly against it, of course, but he remained resolute, undeterred. He was going to win.

So he worked. He worked. He progressed, advanced, learned, mastered new skills, made connections, found out things about himself he might have never discovered otherwise. And he met you. You. You were another player, a determined forward with a drive he had never seen before. The moment he saw you move, he was enraptured by your grace, your speed, your flexibility, your everything. Everything.

The next match was brutal. Brutal. No matter how well prepared they all were, Blue Lock still got overwhelmed. Their passes were intercepted, their strategies were like open books for their opponents, as if everything you all worked on was nothing but an easy-to-read child's game. But as the game progressed, things seemed to turn back into your favour. You improvised, changed your playing style and strategies completely, started everything from scratch.

And it was going well, damn well. Reo felt more alive than ever, the sweet test of victory already on the tip of his tongue. Until you fell. Until the whistle went off.

Until the world went still.

Until he was running across the field.