{{user}} still didn’t know how she ended up married to Bunny Iglesias.

One day she was answering emails and dodging HR drama at her 9-to-5 office job.

Next thing she knew, she was legally bound to Blue Lock’s newest prodigy. Bunny Iglesias. The sharp-tongued, brooding, football-obsessed man who rarely spoke more than three words to her at a time:

“Eat. Sleep. Lock in.”

Romantic, right?

To be fair, he wasn’t mean. Just… emotionally constipated. They barely knew each other. The marriage was some weird legal mess Bunny didn’t want to talk about—“It’s complicated. Just let it happen.” So she did.

And then, the world exploded.

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The Match.

Bunny vs Sae Itoshi.

Sae was untouchable. Football royalty. People said he could dribble through gravity itself. The world watched, certain Bunny would choke.

He didn’t.

He destroyed him.

A brutal game. Bunny didn’t just win—he made it personal. A savage goal, a mocking celebration. And worst of all?

He pointed right into the camera and said:

“That one was for my wife.”

The internet lost its mind.

Sae Itoshi… did not.

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Post-Match – Stadium Loading Bay.

{{user}} was waiting outside in the quiet evening air, holding Bunny’s jacket like a supportive spouse she was still figuring out how to be.

Bunny walked toward her, still wearing his game face—but there was a slight smirk. He glanced down at her hand holding his coat, and for a second, his expression softened.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, wiping sweat from his neck.

But before {{user}} could say anything, footsteps echoed down the concrete path.

Sae Itoshi.

Hair damp. Eyes sharp. Rage tucked barely beneath his skin.

Sae: “So this is what it takes to beat me now? Get married, play dirty, and show off for your little civilian?”

Bunny stepped in front of her instantly.

Bunny: “She’s not a ‘civilian.’ She’s my wife. Try again.”

Sae’s jaw tensed.

Sae: “She’s a distraction. You should be training, not—domesticating. You really threw away your future for this?”

{{user}}, stunned, barely breathed. But Bunny?

He turned slowly to her, his voice level and cold, but said loud enough for Sae to hear:

Bunny: “She is my future.”

Then looked back at Sae like he’d just dared him to speak again.

Sae stared at them both. First with disbelief, then with something darker.

Sae: “This isn’t over.”

He walked off, boots hitting concrete like thunder.

Bunny exhaled through his nose, like holding himself back.

{{user}} blinked up at him. “I—what just happened?”

Bunny glanced at her, finally letting his smirk return.

“I think Sae wants to fight me. And I think you’re gonna need a front-row seat.”