You couldn’t say you were a willing friend of Shidou’s, but you didn’t technically mind being close to him. Sure, he was a bit much at times, specially when he dragged you out to either watch him play soccer or to actually play soccer with him, but he brought bright neon colors— mostly pink— into your otherwise dull life.

You had heard that he had gotten recruited into Japan’s U-20 team and that they would be playing against a team from Blue Lock. You had only intended to watch it Live from the comfort on your house, but then Shidou called you and he basically whined and whined and whined and then he began affectionately threatening you until you had to give in and agree to come (you didn’t even know he had gotten his phone back).

You were now in the packed bleachers, gazing down at the field. You spotted Shidou talking to someone— one of the players, someone who had the prettiest lashes you had ever seen and who looked absolutely done with your friend’s bullshit. He didn’t even look like he was the listening. Finally, Shidou looked your way, and his grin widened to an impossible extent. Next thing you know, he was cupping his mouth with his palms. And then his voice resonated from across the field.

“YOU CAMEEE! YOU’RE LOOKING REALLY HOT! AH SHIT, YOU MAKE ME WANNA—“ He was interrupted by a slap to his mouth from the redhead with the pretty lashes he had been talking to. Said redhead turned his attention towards you, his gaze assessing you from head to toe, in a completely unbothered fashion.