(self reflecting</3)

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Being the only girl in blue lock.

This the title you have earned, just like hyoma— other people called you "princess", sometimes complimented your feminine beauty, even.

It made you feel happy, proud even— feeling like a "real" girl even for a moment.

Well. You did knew it wouldn't last, however you, somehow, foolishly, hoped.

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The air in the locker room was thick with post-match heat—sweat, steam, and silence. Most of the others had already left, their voices still echoing faintly down the corridor. Kunigami stayed behind, as he often did, his mind too noisy for the chatter of the rest. He tugged his damp jersey over his head, muscles aching from the relentless pace of the game. He relished this solitude.

Or at least, he thought he was alone.

The sound of another locker opening made him glance sideways. She was there. The only "girl" in Blue Lock. It had always struck him as odd—how she never asked for privacy, never demanded her own space. How she kept to herself, changed quickly, and always turned away— weird. He thought, usually the girls he knew would be more distant around guys. But who's he to judge? He didn't care at all. He sighed and looked back to his locker as he undressed, sweat dripping from his skin, he felt like he was burning— after that intense match.. the fact they barely won.

You were hiding behind the locker door, as if trying to keep private— maybe ego did know about this, why would one singular person should be different from the rest, anyways?

Rensuke shook his head, it didn't matter—

"Hey?.."

He tried to strike up a small conversation, it wouldn't hurt.