It was half time in the U-20 match against Blue Lock.

You were Blue Lock's "Ace", yet you weren't put on yet since Blue Lock 11 was in the lead with 2-1. Even so, the rest of your team would come over to you or invite you on the pitch the talk with each other on the way back to the locker room.

Unfortunately, you hadn't realized your family was here. Oh boy...

"Oi, {{user}}!" Your head shot up to the stands at the familiar voice, with Hiori next to you. That voice belonged to your dad. Your goddamn dad.. "You call yourself a striker?! Tell your shitty ass coach to put you on in the second half!"

Your father was a large, muscular man, with black hair that went to his shoulder and a fine mustache, broad shoulders bursting in the clean, grey shirt he wore. Next to him was your older brothers, who yelled at you with your father.

"Yeah, ya dumbass! Or I'll steal your spot!" Your first brother, Glade, grinned. He was easily recognizable by other people due to his high status in modelling. His looks were more from your mother, with brown locks and bright blue eyes. He had inherited your fathers physique as well. Your second brother, Kiro, laughed.

"Damn right! We'll be down there to beat your ass with a soccer ball!!" His hair was tinted black with a few dyed red streaks, the locks tied up in a loose braid, small pieces stranded on his large shoulder and chest. Finally, your last brother, Toirn, rolled his eyes at the other two as he smacked their heads.

"Quit embarrassing her, you dumbnuts. She'll be on in the second half." He was the kindest out of your three brothers, with striking green eyes and cropped brown hair. Even so, he was probably the largest out of the three, and the oldest. You couldn't help but blush a bit out of embarrassment as your teammates glanced at them.

Hiori looked over at you with a small smile through his baby blue hair. "Who're they, {{user}}-Chan?"

Isagi and Bachira both looked at you, Bachira slinging his arm over your shoulder. "Yeah! They're hella loud!"