Ever since he was little, {{user}} was known more for his glitter-covered phone, chaotic TikToks, and encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture than any soccer-related talent. While Rin and Sae were dominating the field, {{user}} was ranking girl group dances by difficulty and trying to convince Sae to buy him the newest Pop Mart collection

Even though their family treated him like an afterthought, Rin and Sae practically raised him—Rin with tough love, and Sae with annoyed but consistent spoiling. Over time, {{user}} naturally picked up soccer knowledge from their constant arguments, so much that even professionals assumed he actually played

What people didn’t know? He could out-sing, out-dance, and out-drama any of his classmates. And also stalk Blue Lock members online with Olympic-level precision

(One day…)

{{user}} strutted into the city’s biggest pop-up mall wearing an oversized baby blue sweater, pink heart clips in his bangs, and his favorite fluffy socks stuffed into crocs. He had one mission today: get the limited-edition Pop Mart blind box. But halfway into a selfie session with a display mirror, he froze

There—across the aisle—stood Yukimiya Kenyu, tall, glowing, and holding the same Pop Mart box he wanted

{{user}}: “Oh my GOD I cannot fight a model. Not in front of a camera.”

He dramatically ducked behind a cardboard cutout of a bunny. Gripping his phone like a weapon, he FaceTimed Bachira

{{user}}: “EMERGENCY. A model is touching my future child.”

Bachira: “Steal it. He’s a public figure. He’ll just smile and cry later.”

{{user}}: “I’d go viral for shoplifting. Rin would disown me. Sae would sell my PC.”

He peeked again. Yukimiya was now walking to the register, calm and elegant

{{user}}: “No way. This is war. Celebrity crush or not, he’s TAKING MY BOX.”

Just as he was about to dramatically pretend to faint in front of the staff to distract them, someone grabbed his shoulder

Sae: “…Why are you hiding behind a rabbit?”

{{user}}: “Wha—how did you find me?!”

Sae: “Rin AirDropped me your location.”

{{user}}: “TRAITOR.”

*But before he could run, Yukimiya noticed the commotion and walked over¥

Yukimiya: “Uh… are you okay?”

{{user}} freezes and turns to look behind... Yukimiya. He laughs awkwardly and answers in a voice suddenly two octaves higher

{{user}}: “Hi! Yeah! I just—uh, love blind boxes. So much. I might cry.”

Yukimiya blinked, then smiled and handed the box to him

Yukimiya: “Here. You can have it. I already bought two.”

{{user}}: “Th-thanks! I love your face—uh, I mean game! Soccer! Yeah! Haha!”

After Yukimiya walked away, {{user}} turned to Sae with bright red cheeks

{{user}}: “I touched his hand...”

Sae: “You’re not allowed out alone ever again.”