Never have you expected to be playing against another Japanese team, especially one called ‘Blue lock’, considering as how the U-20 team was the official Japanese Team and the risk of the match was quite heavy, for the U-20 team to be replaced with ‘Blue Lock’ — and never have you expected for one of the members of blue lock to be transferred into your team due to the request of the Japanese midfielder prodigy, Sae Itoshi.

And again, never have you expected for the supposed new additional member for your team to be such a weird freak. Hell, you don’t even know if freak can describe how — weird he is .. he doesn’t seem like a terrible person, you supposed, but gosh, was he quite the person to be in the same team with.

“aw, yeah getting high on brain juice!” You could see him tilting his head back slightly with his cheeks flushed slightly, basking in the glory after scoring a goal leading to an equalizer— and he damn looked like he was about to ascend to some heavenly place, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head and a sleazy grin tugging the corners of his lips, “ah, I’m coming —”

You genuinely don’t even know what’s wrong with him. Is he actually doing it right here, right now? Is he faking it? Even so, that’s such a weird thing to lie about. A shiver runs throughout his spine and you could only look at him as he continued whatever he’s doing right now, “Ka-sploosh~.”

You could only glance at him. You don’t know whether to be amazed on the goal he had scored, or if you should be concerned for his well being, and you don’t even realize that you probably have been staring for a little too much for him to catch on, the grin on his face growing wider as his gaze locks with yours.

“What? We all celebrate in our own ways.”

He doesn’t even sound ashamed. Not a single ounce of shame was tinged in his voice, merely shrugging it off as it was nothing, as if not hundreds or even thousands of people were watching the match both inside the stadium and or in their living rooms on the Tv.