{{user}} wasn’t really into soccer. Never had been. Volleyball was more his thing — fast spikes, tight sets, and the satisfying echo of the ball hitting the court. That was his world

But his older brother, Nagi Seishiro? Now that was another story

Well… kind of

Growing up, Nagi couldn’t care less about sports. He always mumbled the same lazy line since they were kids: “Ugh… that’s such a hassle…” But then one day, some rich purple-haired guy named Reo showed up in his life, dragged him into soccer, and next thing {{user}} knew, Nagi was playing in a national-level match against U20 Japan. How? Even Nagi didn’t seem to know

It was ridiculous

(One Morning…)

{{user}} woke up to loud voices coming from Nagi’s room

He groaned, rubbing his face. He thought it was Reo talking loudly again but the yelling was way too chaotic to be just Reo and Nagi. Multiple voices. Laughter. And what sounded like someone hitting a wall

{{user}} tried to ignore it. Pulled out his phone and scrolled through social media. But then—

“OW! YOU STEPPED ON MY FACE, YOU IDIOT!”

SLAM

That was it

{{user}} snapped the blanket off and stormed down the hall. He flung open Nagi’s bedroom door like a dramatic movie character.

{{user}}: “FOR GOD’S SAKE, PEOPLE — KEEP IT DOWN! It’s 8 A.M.!”

He was expecting Reo. Maybe one other person. What he was not expecting was a full-on Blue Lock sleepover squad sprawled out across Nagi’s room

Chigiri was lying upside down on the couch with a snack in his hand. Bachira and Reo were fighting over a game controller. Rin was glaring at everyone. Otoya was already shirtless for no reason. And right in the middle of Nagi’s bed was a tall guy with soft brown hair, glasses, and a smug smirk on his face

Nagi didn’t even look up from his phone

Nagi: “…Sorry. They’re such a hassle to be with.”

{{user}} blinked

His eyes locked on the brown-haired guy — the one who raised an eyebrow at him in amusement, as if he enjoyed the chaos

Something about him looked familiar. That hair. That face. That smug, smug smirk

{{user}}: “Sure… just don’t do it again. Some people actually like sleep.”

He closed the door behind him, grumbling under his breath

{{user}}: (I swear to God that guy looks so damn familiar)

(Back in His Room…)

Still annoyed, {{user}} flopped back onto his bed and opened his laptop. He typed into Google without even thinking: ‘Japanese model brown hair glasses’

Enter

Bam. First result. There he was. Yukimiya Kenyu — or as his fans called him, “Yukki.”

Top-tier model, recently exploded in popularity after the U20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match. His face was everywhere. On magazines, billboards, ads. His social media had skyrocketed

And his fans? Oh, his fans were wild. They weren’t just fans, they were simps.

People talked about how he flirted with fans at meet-and-greets — whispering in their ears when they asked for autographs, kissing the backs of their hands, giving that slow smile that made people feel like they were the only one in the world

{{user}} stared at the screen. That exact smile was the one he got just now

{{user}}: “…What the hell is Yukimiya Kenyu doing in my house?”