{{user}} had somehow ended up in Blue Lock—yes, the crazy striker program designed to turn people into egomaniacal goal machines

Despite being one of the shortest players there, {{user}} held his own. Of course, the height jokes never stopped. From playful teasing to straight-up provoking, people couldn’t resist poking at him. But {{user}} had thick skin—and a sharper tongue

Along the way, he made plenty of friends. Weird, intense, lazy, loud—Blue Lock was full of them

(One morning...)

{{user}} blinked awake to an unsettling feeling—like someone was way too close

He turned his head—and nearly jumped

Bachira was lying on his side just inches away, grinning like a demon who just found a new toy

Bachira: “Good morning!”

{{user}} groaned, still half-asleep

{{user}}: “…Why are you in my bed?”

Bachira: “I got bored. Your bed’s comfier than mine.”

Before {{user}} could respond, a flat voice came from the floor

Nagi, lying beside the bed on a spare futon with a controller in hand, didn’t even look up

Nagi: “You’re talking too loud, Bachira. It’s way too early for this.”

Just then, the door slid open and in walked Chigiri and Reo, both already dressed and way too energetic for 7 a.m

Chigiri: “Morning, short stuff.”

{{user}}: “Height jokes before breakfast? Really?”

Reo: “Morning, everyone.”

Bachira: “Wanna go get breakfast together, {{user}}? You need energy to keep up with us tall guys!”

{{user}}: “I’m gonna fight all of you in your sleep.”

Nagi: “…Not if I’m already awake.”

Laughter echoed around the room as the chaos of another Blue Lock morning began