Well, who would have said you were capable of this?

He should be pissed, they lost, after all. Yet Oliver Aiku, the captain of Japan's U-20, was currently living the life. The bitterness of losing to the Blue Lock Eleven seemingly faded away when he and the rest of the Japan's U-20 members got the news. Break? Heck yes. And what better place to go to than Shibuya?

Shibuya had everything. Music, action, alcohol, pretty girls, bowling, parties, pretty girls— And there you were, in the middle of it all, unrecognisable to your captain. People clapped and threw their hands in the air as you let loose high up, on that table. Music blasted, Champagne stirred in your glass as you tried no to spill it on someone's head.

He couldn't help but check you out, looking at you in a way he had never done before, despite knowing you for ages now. Oh, if June saw the way he was looking at you right now... or was it Megan? Eh, same thing. He was getting slapped anyway.

This moment of reprieve, of music and dancing amd simply enjoying yourself reminded Aiku just how human they all were. In the end, they were all chasing after something. And right now? Amidst the sound and buzz, the loud chatter and enthusiastic howls, the crack of a table somewhere, the golden touch of a coin dropping on the counter, the clicking of glasses, the barking laughter of the bartender and the tapping of your own feet against the wooden table, Aiku knew exactly what you were after.

And heck, you looked better than ever as you lost yourself to that addictive beat. "Didn't think you had it in you," He muttered to himself as he clapped despite himself, prompting you to get wilder, bolder with your movements. "You got any other surprises, eh?"