#BMS Mocks

[vikalpeducation]

Your Handbook to the BMS Programme at IIM Kozhikode

Indian Institute of Management Kozhikode (IIMK) is known for its highest standards of management learning. Among its high-profile programs, the Bachelor of Management Studies (BMS) is the stepping stone to the fast-paced world of business leadership for young minds. If you are getting ready to take the IIM Kozhikode BMS mock tests or want an overview of the admission process, this guide is here to assist you in each and every step of the IIM K BMS Program.

About the BMS Program at IIM Kozhikode

The IIM Kozhikode Bachelor of Management Studies (BMS) has been designed to equip students with a sound and advanced understanding of management principles. The program emphasizes leadership competence, analytical skills, and business sense. Students receive intensive academic training blended with experiential industry exposure, making them stand out in the competitive corporate world.

Key Features of the Program

Holistic Curriculum: Encompasses core courses like finance, marketing, operations, and strategic management.

Industry Exposure: Provides internships, case studies, and live projects.

Interdisciplinary Learning: Fosters a combination of management, economics, and behavioral sciences.

Global Perspective: Provides opportunities for international collaborations and exchange programs.

Entrepreneurial Focus: Facilitates startup incubation and leadership development.

Admission Process and Eligibility

To take admission in the IIM Kozhikode BMS Programme, candidates need to fulfill some eligibility requirements and pass the IIMK BMS Aptitude Test (AT).

Eligibility Requirements

Applicants should have passed their 12th standard (or equivalent) from a recognized board.

An excellent academic background and a passion for management studies are desired.

The admission process consists of the IIM Kozhikode BMS AT mocks, and then an interview and assessment.

IIM Kozhikode BMS Aptitude Test (AT)

The admission test tests candidates on different parameters like logical reasoning, quantitative ability, verbal skills, and analytical skills. Preparation from IIMK BMS test mocks is strongly suggested to develop confidence and accuracy in advance of the main exam.

Preparing for BMS Mocks

Mock tests are key to determining your exam performance. IIM Kozhikode BMS mock tests offer a test environment that familiarizes candidates with the exam pattern and enhances time management abilities.

Importance of Mock Tests

Familiarization with the Exam Pattern: Knowledge of the structure and nature of the questions.

Performance Assessment: Determination of strong and weak areas for targeted improvement.

Time Management: Formulation of strategies to attempt the exam smartly in the given time.

Confidence Boost: Reduces exam-day anxiety and stress.

How to Nail Your Mock Tests

Regular Practice: Attempt several BMS mocks to fine-tune your skills.

Analyze Mistakes: Go through wrong answers and improve weak areas.

Stay Updated: Track Vikalp Education resources for expert advice.

Strategic Preparation: Practice high-scoring areas and revision techniques.

Career Opportunities After BMS

IIM Kozhikode BMS program graduates are well-prepared for various career opportunities, such as:

Corporate Careers: Business analyst, management consultant, marketing strategist.

Entrepreneurship: Starting startups based on lessons learned through the program.

Higher Education: Pursuing an MBA or specialized master’s degrees in international universities.

Government and Public Sector: Administrative services and policymaking careers.

Conclusion

The IIM K BMS Program is the best option for those who want a solid base in business and leadership. With proper training through IIMK BMS AT mocks and professional mentoring from Vikalp Education, applicants can lay the path for a prosperous business career. Whether you wish to excel in the entrance test or are interested in career opportunities in the future, this program provides the ideal combination of academic study and practical exposure.

[livinahey]

📝 astr°O°

Warning : mentioning 🔞 stuff herE

-not my pic :)

🔗 earth sun/moon LOVES to eat. They turned off by ppl who doesnt seem care to eat

🔗 water moon that have venus & bm lilith in same sign gets soooo many hate & ppl mocking them. ie ive wonyoung (moon in pisces, venus & bm lilith in cancer), ice spice (moon in scorpio, venus & bm lilith in sag), kylie jenner (moon in scorpio, venus & bm lilith in virgo) ; to their fans, pls don't attack me 👣 another example is one minister in the country where i currently live; she has moon in cancer with venus & bm lilith in libra and yeah many do not like her

🔗 asteroid juno (3) in fixed sign are powerful

🔗 prominent pluto (aspecting big 3/multiple aspects to pluto) are not for the weak

🔗 mutable venus are underrated fame indicator!!!! They also make the cool parents 😎

🔗 libra in big 6 women have the best s3xual appeal

🔗 speaking ab the best seggs appeal, in men, its the scorpio in big 6

🔗 i think our saturn sign are what others see ab us that seems not make sense/not good ab the traits of the sign that can even be our downfall. ie gemini saturn can have others do not like ab what they say/the way they talk. You can be seen as not a good person to talk to

🔗 water sun are calculating

🔗 jupiter in angles (1h/4h/7h/10h) give massive/worldwide fame

🔗 aqua stellium have good work ethic

🔗 actor/actress often found have ascendant at air degree. air degrees are 3°/15°/27° (gemini), 7°/19° (libra), 11°/23° (aqu)

🔗 are you really a sagittarius sun if you dont like to go out?

🔗 leo moon often get their privacy invaded. ugh. so easy for them to attract attention and so do gossips... i'm so sorry for you

🔗 yk those with weird/funny pic as their social media pfp? yeah probably theyre a moon in mutable house (3h/6h/9h/12h)

[moon-ayyye]

It's so funny to me when people try and make Black Mask this big threatening intimidating figuire who's on par with Jason, as if Black mask isn't the only character DC allows Jason to completely dog walk in every appearance.

In UtRH, Jason literally used him as a pawn so he can release the joker, and the only reason he didn't die is because Jason didn't want to deal with the power vacuum. In RHatO, we are shown that Black Mask desperately wants Jason to join him, while Jason keeps mocking him, in his house, to his face.

BM had control of bizarro, whose more feral than superman and has no available weaknesses, and not only did he not beat Jason, he literally lost brain function to the point where he was being fed in a wheelchair.

It's a one-sided obsession. They're not even playing the same game. Comparing Jason to black mask is like comparing prime Lebron James to a blind infant ducttaped to a manhole cover

[mvost]

SORRY FOR SPAMING TODAYY a li'l doodle of Big Mama!! it's not my au design but me figuring out how I want to draw her,,

I wanted to save it for lore post but I really do think that topic of BM's love for someone is so fucking interesting to explore. in show, the only example we really have is Yoshi — obviosly we know how it all ended, but what I care about the most is how much time they spend together before shit went down. she seemed to actually enjoy being in this relationship, and also she was kinda excited to see Splinter in, uh, season two I think? when they were trying to fight Shredder (now, I'm saying this without actually rewatching the episode. I don't think I paid enough attention to her emotions and body language, so this is just how I, personally, remember this interaction looking like. my opinion is not a trustable source!). it could count as mocking or her just toying around (which is the case, too), but it led me to thinking that she's actually capable of loving. actually loving.

now, is this love long-lasting and unconditional? nope. not by any means. it's flawed and is really tied up to whenever or not she had enough of it. I think Big Mama views people from the perspective of usefulness in every matter — I really want to see what I can do with this. it kinda seems obvious and I'm sure that a lot of people think like that on default, but I need to dump my little silly thing somewhere,,

[sacredhyacinth]

What’s up with the Julius + Marlas + Maida drama like what

OK

So Maida’s always liked Julius, more platonically at first but when he stood up for her against Reina, she began to respect him as an equal!! I wouldn’t say she fell deeply in love because I think she’s very nonverbal with her relationships—HOWEVERRR when Julius starts to spend more time with his soulmate and love of his life Marlas, she starts to crash out because 1. Reina is mocking her for it and 2. They had a kid together like what???? So it was an amalgamation of everything that kinda led to Julius’ murder tbh 😭

when I was working on some stuff for bm I realized I never mentioned Maida feeling love for someone? like of course I messed with Reina and Maida but it was just for fun and not like a canon thing, I think she would’ve genuinely loved and respected Julius but the affair would’ve just broken that trust and reiterated the fact the gods are selfish and only think for themselves

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

y’all someone needs to ban me from this channel ISTG I just got SO HEATED with someone in a comment section for saying Monty and Puppet are in the right for mocking BloodMoons’ brothers death💀

here’s my comment if y’all were curious. (People who are easily upset/affected by BM’s trauma DO NOT READ FURTHER. I went feral💀🙏)

“You do NOT. want to start this fight. Ahem.”

“FIRST OFF, no one fucking deserves to have a serious loss in their life mocked. I don’t care what they’ve done, if Monty and Puppet want to be any better than BloodMoon, they wouldn’t stoop to his level.”

“SECOND, the murderer part? Have you just COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN that they have a programmed bloodlust they CAN’T GET RID OF? Eclipse programmed them to kill, it’s all they’ve ever known. OF COURSE THEY’RE GOING TO KILL PEOPLE IF IT’S THE ONLY THING THEY KNOW.”

“THIRD, I know you didn’t mention it, but they weren’t “incapable of redemption”, when they were staying with Foxy and FC, (sure they had a bomb in their head, but) they were the most “tame” and calm we’d ever seen. Still snarky and making threats left and right, but they accepted the infinitely-bouncing-chicken and played with it for a while, they mostly just sat in silence when they weren’t being bothered, and if I remember correctly- FC and BloodMoon ended up sparring or something, or it was atleast mentioned that FC wanted to spar with them-“

“FOURTH, EVERYONE THEY’VE EVER TRUSTED, BETRAYED OR HURT THEM. Eclipse, their original creator, already betrayed them by forcing an inescapable Lust for blood on them. Lunar, Lunar was using them to get rid of Eclipse, and inevitably abandoned them. Eclipse AGAIN, not only did he MAKE THEM INTO a backup for himself, and forced his way into their minds, but he also MADE THEM go back to the Pizzaplex when they were perfectly happy on the streets killin’ hobos like TrashMan. KillCode, he claimed to be their father, but did he ever really act like it? Sure he gave them advice and blood, but what else did he do for them? Because from what I remember, it sure wasn’t much. Ruin, Ruin rebuilt them after dying to Sun, and SPECIFICALLY PROGRAMMED them to NEED someone to control them, Ruin claimed to care about them, promised their body had nothing strange about it, but when talking to Solar, BloodMoon was informed of a secret, hidden weak point in their casing, which they VERY MUCH were not happy with. Solar, before they even agreed to help him get back Sun and Moon and defeat Ruin, they had a panic attack because they were afraid they’d be tricked and used again- WHICH HEY GUESS WHAT? IT HAPPENED AGAIN JUST LIKE THEY FEARED, Solar promised them they could go free as long as they didn’t go after the Celestial family, or their friends, which up until Solar said he wanted to KILL THEM, they were listening to! They were back out on the town, killing people like the first time they ran away from someone that claimed could be trusted, (The one before having been Lunar) and they only decided to attack any of the family AFTER Solar said he wanted to kill them. (Not including Lunar, that was before the deal with Solar) Rotaerc/Rodrick, creator in disguise, also just using them as a weapon. StitchWraith, literally threatened to separate them and show them what “True loneliness” felt like or some shit. Monty and Foxy, sure they didn’t TRUST those two, but they were still used. Everyone they’ve ever trusted, has used them, betrayed their trust, or hurt them.”

“SPEAKING OF ECLIPSE AGAIN, WHEN STITCHWRAITH SAID SOMETHING THAT REMINDED THEM OF ECLIPSE, THEY HAD A REACTION I CAN ONLY DESCRIBE AS TRAUMATIZED, AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING STUCK WITH SOMEONE LIKE ECLIPSE AGAIN.”

“MAY I ALSO MENTION THAT IN THE EPISODE WITH A REAL BLOOD MOON IN THE SKY, THEY MENTION THAT THEY DON’T LIKE HAVING THIS BLOODLUST? WHEN THEY DON’T CONSUME/SPILL BLOOD, IT’S ALMOST LIKE THE SYMPTOMS OF A SUBSTANCE WITHDRAWAL, WHICH ARE PAINFUL AS HELL.”

“Sorry for the Essay, but I’m 100% willing to go OFF on anyone who just completely disregards that the twins had trauma too. All the villains except maybe Creator, have their own traumas, and I’m sick and tired of everyone ignoring that.”

Y’ALL SOMEONE GET ME AWAY FROM THIS CHANNEL BEFORE I LITERALLY ATTACK SOMEONE AHDHHDHDHFCH /hj

Edit: SCREAMS AND CRIES SUPERSTAR BONGOS REPLIED TO MY COMMENT I COPY-PASTED TO HERE MAKING FUN OF MY AGGRESSION OVER AN OPINION- IDKWHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY💀🙏

[tsamsheadcanons]

Bloodmoon twins mocked ruins accent constantly to make fun of him and said British phrases

Also eventually they started to copy his manners bcuz they were around him so often (like being politer, more subtly aggressive, using terms like ‘dear’, folding arms behind back, bowing, etc)

Also Ruin Stil Sees BM as brothers in a weird sense, Like a feeling he cant shake off. So at times he becomes protective over them and doesn’t even realizes it.

It’s been in my head for too long u had to share it

BM and Ruin duo is cool tbh

[moonsuke]

Episode Nagi 32

I swear every new release is just confirming to me that knsr will go out of his way to line up events in both series just for Nagi’s storyline. I thought I was delusional thinking that's why the pxg/bm match lasted that long but I’m actually full blown believing that now like, don’t underestimate how much Nagi’s his fav and the attention he would give him 🤡

Either way I really like this epinagi chapter, Nagi got called Nagi-chan it’s canon now!!! And it’s not even in a mocking way! It’s genuine! Thank you Otoya!! And Karasu! Suddenly they shot up real high in my favorability ranking lol. Epinagi really is a gift that keeps on giving when it comes to cute Nagi interactions. Like how happy Zantetsu is over their victory and jumping all over Nagi-chan! I just love their relationship so much, they already have such a strong start with their heart to heart in the bath and finding each other cool. Like their relationship is just so nicely set up for such a “small” pair.

Nagi caring for Chigiri is cute too, and I love when Chigiri’s like “yea I just don’t get geniuses” to my whimsical babygirl going “it’s the shape of our dreams” lmao. Chigiri is just so easy going when it comes to Nagi, not in a pampering him sort of way, but like he knows when to just accept Nagi’s eccentricities and genius and when/how to work around his weaknesses. Their boundaries and personalities just click I feel!

Also I swear this is some sorta meta where our biggest Nagi defender himself (Kaneshiro) is hitting back at people calling Nagi manipulative lol:

Broke: Himizu 🤡

Woke: Otoya (and Karasu) 😇

So yey, he got us Nagi fans’ back! (He’s one himself too)

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But of course nothing beats their talk with Ego! I love that he gave such a philosophical one to them. “To you, who will die someday” is just such a badass and impactful title the way it’s phrased. Its cute that Nagi’s initial answer to his question was “dreams” as contrasted with Barou’s “God” and Kiyora’s “love”, says a lot about their personalities and really further emphasizes Nagi’s pure and idealistic nature. It’s so precious seeing him reflect back on his personal growth and how he sees that as him getting stronger rather than purely using soccer as a metric. Now he can even be on the same wavelength as Ego! Them having a decent conversation, Nagi even managing to answer him correctly with “because death was always close?”, was really cute (And yes it is Nagi, especially for you in the main series).

Nagi really be collecting death flags left and right lol. I want his “death” to be done well please, it’s my biggest fear that it’s not. It’s not even whether he’ll die or not (he should), I just want his story and character to be written well!

Even in bllk 295, ReoNagi mentioned “death” and that’s why I keep saying knsr’s linking up both series just for Nagi’s sake (I think I’ve been saying this since the last epinagi chap lol). Then in latest epinagi too, there’s Karasu commenting how his naïveté regarding duos will plunge him to despair someday, and of course Ego’s whole death speech. Pretty sure an interview mentioned that Ego’s supposed to be the objective narrative voice of the series so yea, amazing how he’s foretelling their (really just Nagi’s) death here, and again shows that knsr’s linking stuff up.

When it comes to Reo, I’m pretty sure he’s meant to be a parallel to Nagi’s journey (knsr loves his parallels) and maybe that’s why they’re never on the same page lol. So if Nagi holds a certain stance/narrative, Reo’ll take the other. Seems like second selection is when Reo hit his lowest point (death and he even got chosen by a demon), while Nagi’s being all excited about soccer and change. Their stance on duos also flipped since initially it was Reo who’s unable to let go of their partnership while Nagi had that internal monologue of needing to be independent from Reo (and Isagi). But now it seems like we’re heading towards Nagi gaining a fondness for partnerships as a result of realising Reo’s hurt feelings and perspective, and how other duos are able to work together yet still be strong? But with Reo, now we have him being the one who’s like I need to get stronger on my own lol.

Knsr really meant it when he said the premise of epinagi is how different situations lead to different paths for different people, and how that can lead to miscommunication. It’s so dramatic. The intention is really obvious in the last page:

I almost feel bad for Reo for this contrast but I feel like as per usual knsr style, it’s done in an exaggerated manner to tone down the severity lol. I think his scenes in this chapter again reinforces that Reo’s character is written by default with a more “macho” trope but many people think otherwise. Like the art style with the intense lines, details and shadings of his expression, plus the whole shower scene and him stoically facing his weaknesses and tears alone there, it’s meant to show a man going through it before regaining his resolve, though it’s definitely very exaggerated here lol.

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Since Nagi’s death is pretty eminent, I’m wondering if his skull aura will evolve into an angel of sorts after his rebirth, since there’s quite a few instances where he’s associated with them. Initially I was wondering if it’ll become human but that’s kinda lame having a human aura lol. So I think angels are pretty fitting because it symbolised that he “died” but has ascended to heaven/into the light.

I feel like Nagi in general is very suited to creatures that can fly, but animal auras just don’t seem to suit him since he’s so otherwordly? I know he’s currently a babychick but eggs and chicks have often been linked to angels right?

Also in this epinagi chapter, Reo compared Shidou to Nagi but he called Shidou a demon prodigy. So there’s the implication that Nagi’s an angel prodigy then? A lot of people have pointed out the similarities between their “genius acrobatic” playstyle and Shidou always had his devil wings aura when he’s performing his aerial feats. For Nagi, so many of his iconic moves had him midair for seconds to trap and control the ball, it really looks like he can levitate (and control space/time) so I think having wings fit him too. I swear if Blue Lock is a superpower universe, Nagi would have the ability to fly/levitate for sure, and it suits his lazy nature too.

In general from what I think of how knsr views Nagi, he seems to like portraying him as a pure, naive childlike, “white” being which just fits the angel theme. But then he contrasts it with death, skulls, and “black” when he’s locked in and that’s why Nagi’s character colour is grey I suppose. Idk, angels seem to fit right into death, rebirth, black holes, supernovas, babychick, seeking “light/heat” etc symbolisms, but guess we shall see :D

Next chapter’s title is 羽ばたき too but I guess it’s likely referring to Nagi taking flight facing the world five? But again, flight is a theme!

[lazysublimeengineer]

Man, I'm remembering Naruhaya again and it's sad Naruhaya Asahi hours again for me 🥲 he is probably the only side character who got eliminated that I honestly got sad about. His backstory, fears during the second selection and his disqualification scenes and dialogues with Isagi hits hard. Naruhaya's backstory is the second one that made me tear up a little with Chigiri's past and backstory is the first backstory in the franchise that really made me emotional. And is still is.

Also, half of the fandom is wild sometimes about Isagi. Like I get him being feral on the field and his opponents but I digress that he was *that cruel* to them. His match after Naruhaya was the evidence of it. Isagi had the time to belittle him or mock him because of what Naruhaya said to him before the match. But no. After the match, Isagi was surprisingly somber and and a bit regretful. He was the only opponent that he didn't openly mocked afterwards and even swore to him that he'll win for him. And that's how vital Naruhaya is to Isagi's character development. Because they were on the same pod before. They're the type of players who will not get chosen in the past if they lost in the second selection.

Bittersweet.

But also, I admire that Naruhaya is the first person who knew and acknowledged his adaptability. He said that Isagi wasn't afraid to change and he knew that his movements were now stolen from him. God, I can never move on from these two during second selection I swear-

But let's head now to Nanase and Rin in the current arc of the manga shall we? I really appreciate the fact that Nanase was determined and actually making an effort to be a good player in order to make it to the top 23 list because he knew from himself that he wasn't that great. And Isagi had said so himself during the U20 arc. I like the fact that Rin had taken him under his wing and trained him even though the price for it was to be his own dog or a lackey in the field perse. (Well, almost all the characters are doing this to survive). Nanase wasn't in my radar. Until now.

Because he's making an effort and was trying so hard.

He's a side character that's getting important and it's making me care for him.

Again.

Which is not good because I'm getting some vibes that he's not gonna make it.

Especially with Rin NOT BEHAVING ON THE FIELD.

Like I acknowledged Rin being a genius on the field but it pissed me off when the ball was assisted by Nanase to him but he ended up showing off to Isagi instead of just kicking the ball in the goal immediately before Hiori got the time to counter it. Ugh.

Now I know half of the fandom probably wants Kaiser or whoever from BM like Isagi or Ness to score a goal (as an act of revenge) in the next panel. But all I want is for Rin to score a goal again with an assist from Nanase to have the latter got a higher bid and higher spot and probably enter the top 23.

Because if Rin won't score again, God, I may have to say goodbye to Nanase and him entering the top 23. Jfc. It's like Naruhaya all over again.

[turbotasthick]

Harvest headcanons?

Harvest is known to use the words "actually" "unfortunately" "assuming" "my calculations" a lot

harvest has poor eyesight

harvest when listening or confused tilts his head slightly

harvest is the younger of the two but acts more mature then the both of them

harvest is shorter then bloodmoon and is much more skinnier then he is. Also harvest actually weighs light as a feather due to being made out of nano machines

harvest thinks his brother is cute and sometimes pinches his fat ass cheeks from time to time (bloody likes it lmao)

harvest is really skilled in any kind of weapon. he knows how to use a weapon, wield a weapon, what kind of weapon it is and how its made- this nerd would nerd out about guns and their ammo for all i care

harvest likes to cut his victims into pieces just to hear them scream before actually killing them. He cuts them in a way that they wont die right away- but just feel that agonizing pain

harvest unironically likes to take some blood and put it in a wine glass and play pretend that hes drinking wine to make bloody laugh or himself laugh. I like to think hed mock sun for drinking like a lowly alcoholic (i also think alcohol and other vices- bm dissaproves of)

has a personal problem with people assuming theyre misogynistic. They hate everyone equally

harvest favourite part to eat is the brain

harvest is the edgier joker of the two

harvest actually feels pressured to be the smart one and the one where bloody depends on. it feels heavy when your brother looks at you with pure admiration and trust only for you to be unsure of yourself and your plans.

harvest actually enjoys crime documentaries and can sit still for it for hours- he takes inspiration on how he would kill his next victim with those shit (bloody falls asleep everytime but thats ok)

harvest kisses bloody forehead nini

harvests eyes glow in the dark (bloodys as well!)

harvest has a personal problem with influencers who do dumb shit

(fun fact: im drunk. and im surprised i dont have a single fucking typo as i write this crap about harvest. om locked in bitches im so locked in)

[marvojpr]

A GAME WORTH PLAYING |

CHAPTER 2 - kaisagi, saesagi centric

Summary: Isagi Yoichi has a friend. Boy does he love him, a little too much, almost concerningly so. Unfortunately for him, there are some people out there who love him just as much. One fight with his boy and he went spiral, so it is up for a certain someone, to make him see his true self and maybe keep Isagi as his.

Oh and Isagi doesn't get the boy. He's devastated.

Inspired by Strangers from Hell the show and webtoon.

Pairings: Michael Kaiser x Yoichi Isagi, Sae Itoshi x Yoichi Isagi, Original Character (Navitsu) x Yoichi Isagi

Tags: Slow Burn, Identity Issues, Non-Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to even worse Enemies actually, Possessive, Obsessive, Itoshi Sae, Possessive, Obsessive, Michael Kaiser, Bottom Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser is Bad at Feelings, Eventual Smut, Everyone Loves Isagi Yoichi, not following manga after phase 2 so after pxg and bm match i’ll make my own shitcuz i can’t wait for each update also it’s ass wdym nagi is locked off? he’s happily ranked top 10 easily, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Re Al Madrid team based on Real Madrid irl

Chapter 2:

On his way back to his dorm, Isagi's fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. His eyes were lost in the words written in a playful, familiar handwriting, and a faint smile tugged at his lips despite the heavy weight in his chest.

"Don’t forget to eat well and shower daily!! your dearest, Navitsu"

The heart drawn above the note, so small and perfect, made something flutter in Isagi’s chest. It felt strangely intimate, almost too personal, like a secret shared only between the two of them. He could practically feel the warmth of Navitsu’s care in those simple words, in that tiny heart. But as he stood there, the smile faded slightly. His stomach tightened, unsure of what exactly he was feeling. Romantic? He couldn’t think like that. He had to keep his emotions in check.

"Aww…” Isagi grunted under his breath, shaking his head, trying to clear the thoughts swirling in his mind. “Stop thinking like that. He doesn’t mean it like that.”

His mind stubbornly replayed the letter, each curve of the pen on the page, every gentle expression that seemed to come through in each line. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t understanding. Something that felt... off. He was too distracted to notice the person standing just a few steps ahead, watching him.

Without realizing it, he bumped into someone. The sudden interruption startled him, and he instinctively looked up, his gaze locking with the one person he didn’t want to see right now.

Kaiser.

Isagi’s face immediately darkened, irritation flashing across his features. His grip tightened on the note, crumpling it even further in his fist.

"What do you want?" Isagi muttered, the annoyance clear in his voice.

Kaiser’s smirk was nothing short of smug, the kind that always made Isagi’s blood boil. He leaned in, unbothered by the clear tension in the air. "So insensitive. You won’t apologize?"

Isagi’s brow furrowed in confusion, his chest tightening in frustration. "Apologize?" He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "For what reason, you clown?"

Kaiser’s smirk deepened, and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Isagi could feel the heat radiating off his body. Their faces were mere inches apart now, and Isagi could see the way Kaiser’s eyes glimmered with something dangerous, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“You act all innocent and heartbroken around your friends," Kaiser continued, his voice smooth and mocking. "Where’s that energy now, Yoichi?”

The words felt like a slap, but what unsettled Isagi more was the way Kaiser’s gaze drifted, studying him with unnerving intensity, as if trying to peel away the layers of his thoughts. The silence between them was thick, loaded with unspoken challenges. Kaiser took another step closer, and Isagi felt his heart rate increase, a rush of heat spreading through his chest. He could see every detail in Kaiser’s eyes—every shade of blue, every flicker of amusement, and something darker that Isagi couldn’t quite place. The proximity was suffocating.

"You were disrespectful the other night," Kaiser finished, his voice dropping lower, his words like a quiet threat hanging in the air.

The accusation hit Isagi like a ton of bricks, but before he could respond, he felt the pressure of Kaiser’s presence pushing against him more forcefully. His irritation flared. Was Kaiser really going to act like this? Was he trying to control the situation?

Isagi’s jaw tightened, a flicker of anger dancing in his eyes. “When you treat me a certain way, I’ll treat you the same.” His voice was firm, defiant.

Kaiser didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He just stood there, staring at Isagi as though he were waiting for something. Waiting for Isagi to break, to apologize, to make the first move. But Isagi wasn’t going to let him dictate this. Not anymore.

The silence stretched out, becoming unbearable, suffocating. The air was thick with tension, and each passing second only made the discomfort grow. Isagi could feel his own heart racing, the weight of Kaiser’s stare pressing down on him like a physical force. He was starting to feel trapped.

Unable to stand it any longer, Isagi turned on his heel, his hand reaching for the door handle, desperate for an escape. But just as his fingers brushed against the cold metal, Kaiser’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with a surprising force. Before Isagi could react, Kaiser yanked him back, pulling him away from the door and slamming him against it. 

The impact made Isagi’s breath escape in a sharp gasp, the shock of it leaving him momentarily stunned. His back pressed against the door with a thud, his chest tight, heart hammering in his chest.

Isagi’s mind raced. His body was flooded with adrenaline as he stared at Kaiser, who was now so close that he could feel the other’s breath on his skin. Isagi’s pulse throbbed in his ears. He was pinned, his options limited, his pride screaming for him to push back—but there was no way out.

“What the hell are you doing?” Isagi growled, trying to free his wrist, but Kaiser’s grip was unyielding.

Kaiser leaned in, his lips brushing against Isagi’s ear as he whispered, voice hushed but full of intent. 

Isagi froze, his mind going blank. The words settled in the space between them, heavy and undeniable. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to make sense of it all, his thoughts scattered, unable to focus.

He wasn’t sure if Kaiser was just messing with him, playing some cruel game, or if there was something more to his words. But the more he stood there, the more he realized something: This wasn’t just about the other night. This wasn’t just about some petty argument or a passing disagreement. There was something deeper here, something that neither of them had addressed, something that made the air around them crackle with a strange, undeniable energy.

Isagi’s heart pounded harder, and for the first time in a long while, he felt utterly unsure of what to do next.

The next second happened too quickly, one moment he was in Kaiser’s grasp, and the next he was on the cold tile floor. 

“Ouch!” Isagi yelled, rubbing his back that's definitely red from the fall. He opened his eyes and looked up, trying to understand what led to this. He found Yukimiya standing behind him with an impassive look on his face, while Kaiser stood in front of him, also unfazed, but a slight look of surprise crossed his face.

“What were you guys doing here?” Yukimiya asked, extending his arm for Isagi to grab onto. “I heard some shuffling.”

Isagi wasted no time getting up, eyes on the ground. “Sorry, Yukimiya,” he mumbled. 

Yukimiya smiled softly, “it’s alright, Isagi. We were just watching the match between PxG and Manshine City, wanna join us?” He mainly addressed Isagi, but his eyes kept straying towards Kaiser with suspicion.

Isagi’s face scrunched downwards, clearly not interested but still unable to voice his displeasure. “Oh I… I think I’ll go to sleep now, thanks for the offer though.” The politeness in his voice made Kaiser eye him with a certain look on his face. 

Yukimiya nodded and stepped aside for Isagi to walk into the room. Oblivious to the tension in the air, he smiled and left. 

However, the other two stood there, eyes not leaving Isagi until he was out of sight. 

“You should go to sleep too, Kaiser.” Yukimiya’s gracious smile was left untouched, but Kaiser could see right through the pretty boy facade. In spite of that, Kaiser didn’t comment on it, instead, he just silently left, seeing as there’s no reason for him to stay.

In his dimly lit room, the night was slowly creeping toward its end. Isagi sat on the edge of his bed, his hands absentmindedly fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. He had just finished getting ready for bed, the usual calm of the evening settling around him, but there was something nagging at the back of his mind. Something was missing.

The note.

His eyes darted around the room, a feeling of unease creeping into his chest. It was the note from Navitsu, the one that had made his heart flutter despite his best attempts to ignore it. The note felt like something precious. It had meant something, hadn’t it? 

His gaze flicked to the small nightstand beside his bed, his fingers gripping the edges of the sheet as if the note would magically reappear in front of him. He shoved the blanket aside, his movements becoming frantic. His heart pounded faster with every second that passed.

He tore through the drawers of his dresser, opening them violently, throwing clothes aside, hoping to find the paper crumpled up in some forgotten corner. Nothing. His breath quickened as he dropped to the floor, scouring the tiled floor, looking for any trace of it. The edges of his vision blurred with panic as he ran his hands over the floorboards, his fingers grazing every crevice.

Where was it?

Isagi’s heart raced, the weight of something heavy settling in his chest. He couldn’t explain the feeling—it was just a note, right? A simple message, a few words on paper, but it had meant more to him than he was willing to admit. And now it’s gone. His throat tightened, and the pit in his stomach deepened with the gnawing sensation of loss.

The silence of the room felt suffocating. His fingers tightened into fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that there was more to this disappearance than he could see.

The note was gone—and with it, a small piece of something he wasn’t ready to face.

— — — — —

Something wasn't right.

“How did this end up in the facility?” 

“Beats me,” Chigiri muttered, a faint irritation seeping into his tone as he glanced up at the box. His body felt like dead weight after the exhausting practice, the anger from the loss still simmering beneath the surface. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to shake off the frustration. 

“Should we open it?” Reo asked, his eyes narrowing in thought. He knew better than to trust strange objects that appeared out of nowhere. And this one was peculiar: no label, no markings, just an ordinary-looking package that felt oddly out of place.

“Who is it for?” Chigiri shot back, his tone was dry, bordering on sarcastic as he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him. His fingers drummed restlessly against the table.

“Ehhh... not named.” He shrugged, a heavy sigh escaping him. 

The more he thought about it, the less he cared.

Reo’s eyes flickered to the box again, a lingering sense of unease creeping over him. How had it gotten past security? His mind raced with possibilities, none of them particularly pleasant. 

After a moment of hesitation, he met Chigiri’s gaze and gave a reluctant nod.

“Let’s just open it then,” Chigiri suddenly said. He wanted to forget about the game, even if only for a moment.

Reo raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. He slid closer to the table, his fingers lightly grazing the top of the box. The cardboard felt strangely solid in his hands, as though it held more than just its contents. There was a careful precision to his movements as he began peeling back the tape, his gaze flickering back and forth between the box and Chigiri.

“Could be a joke,” Reo murmured to himself, but there was no real conviction in his voice. He carefully lifted the lid, ensuring he didn’t tear anything that could be significant. The sound of the cardboard pulling apart was soft but deliberate. Reo glanced at Chigiri once more, a flicker of curiosity in his sharp eyes. “Let’s see what’s inside.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as Reo’s hands gently revealed the contents of the box, the quiet moment hanging between them. 

Chigiri’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he leaned closer to the object in the box. His voice, completely unhinged with excitement, rang out. “Is that… real silver?!”

Reo, who had been examining the contents with a cool and composed air, flinched at the sudden outburst. His reflexes were sharp, but even he wasn’t expecting that kind of energy. He barely stopped himself from dropping the necklace in the process. “Geez, keep it down, will you?” he muttered, quickly straightening himself up.

Chigiri ignored him completely, his hands shaking as he reached for the shiny object like it was the Holy Grail. “This thing's worth more than my entire wardrobe!” He gasped, eyes practically sparkling. “Is this… does this mean we’re rich now? Are we about to live the high life, Reo?”

Reo, unfazed as always, peered down at the necklace, tapping his finger thoughtfully on his chin. “Definitely real. Real expensive too,” he said, almost sounding bored, though his eyes glinted with the hint of a mischievous smile. “I mean, it looks expensive—probably worth a couple hundred thousand yen or more.”

Chigiri's eyes bulged even more. “A couple hundred WHAT?!” He yelled frantically, “forget football! I’m quitting!"

Reo deadpanned, "Yeah, that'll go real well—just what the world needs."

Chigiri gave him a dramatic look, as if Reo had just personally insulted him. 

Reo shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Right. You know, it’s not that exciting. If you really want to make money, we should just sell it now and invest in something... like socks. Everyone needs socks.”

Chigiri blinked. “Socks?” he repeated, clearly not sure if Reo was messing with him or not.

Reo giggled lightly, “jokes aside, we can’t take this.”

The red head pouted, unsatisfied. “I know,” he finally decided. “Is there anything else in the box?”

Reo looked back inside the box and saw a simple note inside, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand. “What the…” He put down the necklace on the table and went to grab the note. 

“For dearest Yocchan ♡”

The duo looked at each other, not recognizing the handwriting nor the name. 

Reo, however, laughed at his friend. “Your name can’t be Yocchan.” 

He got a smack on his head for that.

“Call me crazy–”

“You are crazy.”

“But,” he glared at Reo, “maybe, it’s Isagi?” Chigiri finished, eyes wandering the letter.

Reo pondered at the thought, his mind going back and forth. Maybe. He is the only one with the name Yoichi, as far as their friend group goes. 

“Let’s ask him when we see him.” Chigiri nodded.

“Yocchan?”

…

“BACHIRA?!” Reo and Chigiri yelled in complete shock, their voices echoing across the crowded cafeteria.

“Yaiiiii!” Bachira chimed in, an exaggerated grin plastered on his face, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

But Reo and Chigiri weren’t about to let this one slide. The two immediately launched into a furious berating of the seemingly oblivious striker, their words hitting Bachira like rapid-fire bullets. The yelling match was intense, lasting at least five minutes, though Bachira stayed completely calm, not even bothering to defend himself.

Around them, the noise in the cafeteria had died down as players from various teams paused to watch the spectacle unfold. Some even stopped chewing, their eyes flicking between the group in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. 

“Is eavesdropping okay now?” Chigiri demanded, his arms crossed tightly, visibly fuming.

Reo nodded in agreement, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “I’m not even angry about the eavesdropping—no, I’m more annoyed at how long you’ve been here without us realizing. Seriously, am I losing my touch? Is my skills getting worse or what?” His words tapered off, and he looked almost defeated as he ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.

But Bachira was completely unshaken, his carefree nature not swayed by the verbal storm. “Well, we finished training early, and I got hungry,” he shrugged nonchalantly, as if the shouting wasn’t happening at all.

Chigiri blinked at him, clearly confused. “Don’t you have anyone to eat with? Or does your team suck like mine?” A quick ‘Hey!’ came from Reo, but Chigiri ignored it, his annoyance still apparent.

“Nope! I just wanted to grab some food for Isagi!” Bachira’s smile turned a bit more sincere, though still playful. “He’s never at the cafeteria nowadays. Thought I'd bring him some, you know, to make sure he’s eating. Can’t have him starving all the time, right?”

Chigiri’s expression softened just a little, though his irritation didn’t fully fade. He was still eyeing Bachira warily. “So, you were actually thinking about Isagi, huh?” he muttered, though a hint of exasperation remained in his voice.

Bachira just smiled even wider, seemingly oblivious to the lingering tension. "Of course! Isagi’s been all weird lately, huh? I thought I'd surprise him with something nice... even though he’s acting all gloomy all the time." He grinned, though the genuine concern in his tone betrayed his playful exterior.

Reo, who had been silently listening, suddenly remembered the necklace. "Wait," he said, turning back to the table where the box still sat open, “you said you were getting food for Isagi, but... what about this?" He gestured toward the box, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the silver necklace.

Bachira looked over at it with a slight tilt of his head. "Huh? What's that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. He stepped closer, his usually carefree demeanor shifting into one of fascination as he leaned in to get a better look.

“We found this in the box earlier. It was with that note. You know, the one that says ‘For dearest Yocchan ♡’?” He said it with a teasing lilt, mimicking the playful tone of the note as he made air quotes around “Yocchan.”

Bachira’s grin turned slightly confused, then amused. “Yocchan, huh? That’s... strange. Never heard anyone call him that.” He reached for the necklace, running his fingers over the smooth silver surface. “But this is real nice, huh? Look at that shine. Pretty fancy for Isagi’s usual style,” he commented, examining the delicate craftsmanship, his voice almost in awe.

Chigiri leaned back in his chair, clearly still not fully convinced. “It’s strange. We don’t even know who sent it or who ‘Yocchan’ is supposed to be.”

Reo, whose head has been spinning, with the note still in hand, suddenly froze. “Hold up… If it’s for Isagi, does that mean the person who sent it to him…” His eyes flickered with realization as he glanced between Chigiri and Bachira. “This could be serious, you know? Like... romantic serious.”

Bachira let out an exaggerated laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Ohhh, Isagi’s got a secret admirer, huh? Does he even know about this? I gotta say, that’s a huge plot twist,” he teased, nudging Chigiri’s shoulder with his.

Chigiri scowled, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. “Isagi? Romantic? Seriously, that’s not—ugh, forget it.” He let out a heavy sigh and flopped back in his chair again, crossing his arms. “It’s too much of a mess to even think about. He doesn’t even know what he wants most of the time, how’s he supposed to figure that out?”

Reo, however, couldn’t shake the thought. He had a point, though Chigiri clearly wasn’t in the mood to entertain it. “We need to figure out who sent this, though. If someone’s after Isagi, we can’t just let it slide. We should probably ask him about it.”

Bachira’s playful smile faltered for a second as he considered that. “I guess so. But who would be sending him stuff like this? Maybe it’s someone from his old team, or—” he looked at the necklace again, scratching his head, “or maybe someone else?”

Chigiri rubbed his temples as the confusion set in deeper. “I swear, nothing ever goes as expected with this group. Why is it always us in the middle of these weird situations?” He shot a sideways glance at Reo and Bachira, his frustration almost palpable.

Reo, meanwhile, was lost in thought. “We’ll figure it out when we ask him. But seriously—Yocchan? I still can’t get over that.”

“Why are you even mad at that?”

Reo was taken aback ever so slightly, “mad? Don’t make me laugh!” He scoffed, “I just wanna know the fool that fell in love with Isagi of all people.”

The trio continued to banter back and forth about the mysterious gift, with no real answers in sight. However, the growing sense of curiosity had already started to take hold of them all. What started as a light-hearted moment of discovery soon became something much more intriguing. 

Who was the sender? What was the significance of the necklace? And, most importantly, what did Isagi think of it all?

The questions lingered in the air, unanswered for now—but as they all knew too well, nothing stayed a mystery for long in their world.

…

“Wanna watch him lose to Rin?”

“Absolutely.”

“Why don’t you just lose to me this evening instead?”

“Shut up,” they said in union.

— — — — —

The empty gymnasium is usually occupied by an entire team for practice, under strict rules from Ego to never enter without permission, unless it wasn’t officially requested from Ego.

So here he was, standing in the midst of the empty space, head empty, lightly playing with ball between his feet. His once intense passion for the game had started to fray at the edges. His dribbles lacked their usual rhythm, each bounce seeming more like a hollow echo than a purposeful action. It was as if the gym itself was reflecting his emotions, empty, forgotten, and drained of life.

Oh how he longed for it all to go back to normal.

Even his dream of becoming the best, of having Navitsu, the one person he sought validation from, finally recognize him, seemed hopeless. A side character in his own story. Was that all he was destined to be?

After losing the note, he felt as though it was all just a silly feeling. Where was the Isagi who would stand tall to lies and deception? He needs to change—he felt no urge to. He knew he had to, but he didn’t care enough to do so. 

The gym door suddenly creaked open, and in a blur, someone crashed into him, pulling him into an unexpected embrace. The force of the impact sent both of them sprawling to the floor. For a moment, the air rushed out of Isagi’s lungs. He flinched harder than he ever had, his thoughts racing in panic. Was it Barou? Had he finally reached his breaking point and decided today was the day to end this, to end him?

But no. There was an undeniable familiarity to the embrace. From the arms wrapped tightly around his neck, to the legs now tangled around his waist, the weight was all wrong. It wasn’t Barou’s harsh, unyielding grip—it was something much softer, more playful.

“Bachira?” Isagi’s voice came out in a daze, his head still spinning slightly from the sudden impact.

The culprit in his arms started laughing, clearly amused by his reaction. However, the next course of action left him baffled, as he started ‘purring’ into his chest like some kitten, or in this case, a whole tiger.

“Wait, what?!” Isagi tried to push him off, but he was infinitely heavier, “oh my God! Shidou?!”

“Get off of him, you bumbling insect.” He heard Karasu’s voice intervene.

Isagi pushed himself up from the floor, breathless. “What... What is going on?” His voice shook with a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

Standing a few steps away, Karasu crossed his arms, his eyes disinterested. “It’s always a mess with you people,” he muttered under his breath, but his sharp gaze flickered for a moment toward Isagi.

Isagi’s eyes scanned the room, now aware of the shifting atmosphere. Was the gym taken over by PxG? All possibilities went through Isagi’s mind but each thought was cut short by the undeniable, heavy presence of someone else. He turned toward the source of the intense feeling, his heart skipping a beat. 

The weight that was once on top of him was gone, at least one more thing to worry about. He was about to thank the person who somehow managed to get Shidou off him, but stopped once he saw Rin, darkness filling his face.

He heard Loki berating Shidou about his reckless behaviour, which felt like talking to a brick wall since he could feel eyes on him, very mischievous, very playful eyes.

“Won’t you help me up?” Isagi innocently teased, with no malicious intent. 

But Rin took it seriously, glaring at the sprout head.

“Get your friends in check.” He began, voice dripping with annoyance, “if I see them in my way again because of you, I’ll personally kill you.”

Isagi, on the other hand, stood up and patted his clothes, not taking Rin’s threats seriously whatsoever. Why should he? The more he tried to understand the younger man the less he knew. He still mumbled a small ‘alright’ to not seem rude. 

When Isagi finally looked around the gym to understand what’s happening, he saw Shidou talking to someone on his team he didn’t know. Come to think of it, he hasn’t seen a single match of PxG, or their members. He definitely should though.

A thud cut his train of thoughts, it was near the door of the gymnasium, but he could only point out small pieces of red hair sticking out. 

‘Chigiri.’ He thought to himself, slowly approaching the door, happy to see familiar faces again. 

“Why did you show him the box, you idiot?!” Reo screamed at the buzzing bee. 

“Why not? He’s Isagi’s friend, no?”

“No!” They yelled in union at him. 

He pouted, “stop ganging up on me!” 

“Hm? Who’s giving Bachira a hard time?” Isagi’s soft tone made them look at him with surprise in their faces. 

Bachira was the only one whose face immediately lightened up, his eyes dilating. “Yocchan!” He teasingly pointed. 

Chigiri and Reo stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with disbelief, as though what Bachira did was forbidden. They turned slowly, trying to read his reaction. But what they saw next only unsettled them further. Isagi stood there, with a sad look he had in his eyes.

“Why—why would you call me that?” He stuttered slightly, clearly caught off guard. 

“Ah?” Bachira hid the box behind his back and looked at Isagi innocently, “is that bad?” 

Isagi hid his mouth with the palm of his hand, unable to say anything for a while, “no… but…”

“Does anyone else call you that?” Reo suddenly interjected. Making Isagi finally acknowledge their presence. 

“Well, of course…” His face slowly calmed down, though he was still not the same. “It’s a very known nickname for Yoichi after all.”

Chigiri and Reo exchanged a quick, alarmed glance. Their minds raced with the possibility of what was unfolding before them. ‘It’s for him! He’s got a secret admirer!’ They thought in unison. The realization hit them both like a bolt of lightning, and they couldn’t help but feel a little strange at the prospect.

Bachira, ever the trickster, was trying to be subtle—his hands shifting behind his back to hide something. But it was too obvious. Chigiri wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by. In one swift motion, he lunged at Bachira, without aggression.

Before Bachira even had a chance to react, Chigiri had snatched the small box from behind his back, holding it up with a victorious grin as Bachira’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Isagi, I think this is for you.” He handed him the box, smiling gently at the sprout head. 

Isagi looked at it for a moment, but smiled at Chigiri fondly, “that’s really sweet of you, Chigiri! When did you even buy it? Your team hasn’t won any matches as far as I’m aware of…” They were glad they managed to make Isagi smile, even if it didn’t reach his eyes and at the expense of their egos. Baby steps!

Bachira snickered at that, causing Reo and Chigiri to glare at him harshly. 

“No, it isn’t from me. We found it at the cafeteria, sorry we opened it… we didn’t know who it was for.” He crossed his arms in suspicion, his eyes turning to look at the gift every few seconds. 

“I see,” Isagi replied, as confused as they once were. Since they opened it just now, he was able to see the contents. He immediately grabbed the note though. His eyes widening more with each passing second. “I-!” 

The three looked at him, amazed by the sudden change. 

They gave him a moment for himself, unsure of what to do next. 

Isagi’s fingers gently brushed over the necklace, his touch almost reverent as he picked it up. His eyes softened, the gleam in them not unlike the way someone might look at a World Cup trophy—full of awe, admiration, and a quiet yearning for the moment to be real. The delicate piece of jewelry seemed to shimmer in the soft light, almost as if it held all the dreams he had fought for. His smile, when it appeared, was gentle and unguarded, the kind of smile that spoke volumes without needing words.

“Bachira,” he said softly, his voice a little shaky with emotion, but his gaze never wavered from the necklace. “Could you put this on me?”

Bachira, momentarily taken off guard by the tender way Isagi looked at the necklace, blinked in surprise. But the sincerity in his friend’s gaze was undeniable, and without missing a beat, he grinned and jumped into action. “Okay!” he exclaimed, his energy bouncing back as he reached out to help Isagi.

But before the necklace could be fastened, Chigiri interjected, a concerned expression crossing his face. “Wait, Isagi, I don’t think you’re allowed to wear that. Remember when they even took our wallets?” His head tilted slightly, the memory still fresh in his mind even though it seemed so far away, almost like a forgotten dream.

Isagi didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. His eyes, still alight with an uncontainable happiness, glowed with an innocence that made the rest of the world fade away. “It’s okay,” he said, a serene smile curving on his lips as his fingers gripped the necklace, his excitement clearly unshaken. “I’ll just take them off when I have a match.”

His voice, light and carefree, carried an assurance that made it clear how much this small act meant to him. 

His focus was entirely on the necklace and the small, precious moment they were sharing. There was something so pure in his happiness, as though the world outside had faded into the background and only this little act of connection mattered.

No one responded to him. 

— — — — —

“Someone tell me, what the hell is going on with Isagi?!” Rin’s voice echoed through the hallway as the door to the BM monitor room swung open with a force that sent a poor soul—Igaguri—crashing against the wall behind it. Rin didn’t even spare him a glance.

Yukimiya barely acknowledged the outburst, his gaze fixed on the match he was intently watching, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Nice to see you too, Rin,” he replied coolly, as if it were just another ordinary day in the chaos that often surrounded the team.

Rin’s glare sharpened, burning with frustration. His impatience was palpable. “Don’t give me this crap.” He stepped forward, crossing his arms tightly, his jaw clenched. “I thought this team was supposed to help him get better, yet he’s still beneath me. How is that possible? How is he not improving like the rest of us? You said he had potential. You all said he could be great.”

Yukimiya finally paused the match, his eyes shifting toward Rin, acknowledging the intensity of his words. There was no avoiding the confrontation now. “I’m not his babysitter,” Yukimiya muttered, clearly uninterested in explaining himself, but still unable to ignore the striker in the room.

Hiori, who had been lounging lazily on the ground with a book in hand, glanced up at Rin through half-lidded eyes. His posture was nonchalant, but there was an edge to his voice when he spoke. “No offense, Rin, but why are you asking us?” He tilted his head, brushing his hand through Kurona’s short, messy hair as the younger boy relaxed beside him. “Don’t move, it’ll tangle again,” he added absentmindedly, his focus still on Kurona.

Rin’s frustration deepened, his eyes narrowing into an almost dangerous glare. “Because he’s not answering me,” he spat, voice thick with agitation. “He’s ignoring me like I don’t matter, like what I say doesn’t even get through to him. It’s like… like he doesn’t care about his place on this team anymore.”

Kurona, lying beside Hiori, snickered softly, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful smile. “So you’re just pissed off that he’s ignoring you? Pissed off,” he teased, his tone light but sharp, a contrast to the tension in the room.

Raichi, who had been leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, sneered in Rin’s direction. “We don’t care if your boyfriend broke up with you! Go talk to him yourself,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. It was clear that the team wasn’t exactly thrilled with Rin’s outburst, but they knew better than to let him get away with his attitude.

The words hit Rin like a slap. His jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ground together, his frustration mounting as he felt the sting of their comments. His usual sharp tongue faltered for a moment, but his anger didn’t subside. He was about to hurl more insults, ready to lash out, but the tension in the room shifted when a calm, small hand settled gently on his shoulder.

Rin froze, his glare softening just slightly as he turned to see Nanase standing behind him. There was no malice in Nanase’s expression, just the usual kind of calmness and concern. “Rin,” Nanase said quietly, his voice smooth but firm, “I think your approach is wrong.”

Rin tensed at first, as though ready to snap, but Nanase’s steady gaze held him in place. There was no aggression in his tone, just a quiet understanding that seemed to quiet Rin’s storm, if only for a moment.

Nanase’s hand lingered on his shoulder, a gesture both reassuring and subtle. “Let me do the talking,” Nanase suggested, his words carrying a quiet authority, which shocked Hiori mostly, ‘Isagi would love how much Nanase changed.’ “We all know Isagi’s struggling right now. But yelling at him or pushing him won’t help. Maybe it’s time to approach him differently.”

Rin’s eyes flashed with irritation, and he clicked his tongue in frustration. “Tch. You’re all too soft,” he muttered under his breath, pulling away from Nanase’s touch. But even as he spoke, something in his posture shifted. His anger was still there, but Nanase’s words had made him pause, if only for a moment.

Nanase smiled gently, stepping forward with an almost unnoticeable sigh. “You’re just frustrated because you care about him, right?”

Rin didn’t reply, but the flicker in his eyes—part annoyance, part uncertainty—spoke volumes. He wasn’t just frustrated with Isagi’s progress; he was frustrated with his inability to connect, with his growing sense of helplessness. The last thing he wanted was for Isagi to think that he didn’t matter, that he was somehow being left behind.

On the floor next to Hiori and Kurona, Kiyora sat with his arms crossed, his patience starting to wear thin. His gaze was sharp, focused on the unfolding chaos around him. With a sigh, he spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Look," he began, his tone cool but direct, causing everyone to turn and look at him. "This is all fun and whimsical, but could you discuss it outside?" His eyes flickered over to Rin, the source of most of the uproar. "We’re in the middle of something here. Can we save the drama for later?"

The words weren’t harsh, but there was a quiet authority in them that made everyone pause. Kiyora wasn’t the loudest of the BM members, but when he spoke, it commanded attention. Even if his phrasing wasn’t exactly diplomatic, they understood his point. This wasn’t the time for a confrontation.

However, the BM members exchanged looks, some silently agreeing with Kiyora’s sentiment, though no one liked the way he phrased it. They respected Rin, sure. If Rin was going to keep barging in with this level of aggression, maybe it was time he gave them the same respect he expected. Hiori, usually the easy-going one, let out a soft scoff under his breath.

Before Rin could snap back at Kiyora, Nanase, who had been sitting in the corner with an unusually pensive expression, cut in, his voice calm and steady. "No, no, Rin is right," he said, giving Rin a subtle nod. "I’ve talked to the others. We all agree that something needs to change." He paused briefly, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I was just wondering... is it something to do with Noa?"

There was a beat of silence as everyone processed Nanase’s words. Hiori blinked, then chuckled lightly, clearly confused by the question. "No, that’s not it," he said, brushing it off with a dismissive wave. "When would Noa ever be mad at Isagi? I’m not buying that."

"In my opinion," he said, a bit more softly now, "it has something to do with that friend of his." His tone shifted to something quieter, more reflective. "Honestly... everything about their interactions was nothing short of strange." Hiori trailed off, his voice almost a whisper by the end of the sentence. His teammates turned their heads toward him, their curiosity piqued by his sudden change in tone. There was an air of secrecy to what he was implying, and for a moment, it felt like he was guarding something personal, something Isagi had kept hidden. The others exchanged wary glances, unsure whether to push him further.

"What friend?" Yukimiya’s voice cut through the air, sharp and insistent. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He wasn’t someone who easily gave in to curiosity, but there was a palpable tension in the room now. Whatever Hiori was alluding to, it was clear that it mattered.

Hiori looked conflicted, glancing around the room as if trying to gauge whether he should share what he knew. His fingers nervously fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. "I don’t know honestly. I feel like I shouldn’t say..." His voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in.

A collective groan came from the team, followed by the sound of Kurona’s exasperated voice. "Hiori!" they all yelled in unison, a chorus of irritated protests.

Hiori sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! Geez… you’re making me feel like I’m the one keeping secrets." He shifted on the floor, trying to get comfortable as he began explaining. "It’s just some guy who’s been living at his house, from what I gathered. They’re childhood friends." He paused for a second, trying to remember more about the other night when he had visited Isagi’s place. "He was very protective of Isagi, like, way more than anyone else. But… Isagi was the same way. They’re close, really close."

The room fell silent as the BM members digested the new information. Isagi had never mentioned a friend like that—certainly not anyone this significant. They had all been close to him on the field, but outside? Isagi’s personal life was a mystery to them. It wasn’t that they never tried to get to know him beyond his role as a teammate—it was more that he had always kept his private life tightly guarded.

Yukimiya was the first to break the silence, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief. "Well...?" His eyebrows furrowed. "And why do you think he’s the reason Isagi was acting strange?"

Hiori, unable to suppress a grin at the memory, let out a soft laugh. "Because he went back to normal the second he saw him," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Like, all ‘highschool girl crush’ type of attitude." He snickered at the thought, remembering the way Isagi had flushed bright red when his childhood friend walked out of the door.

The room froze. The rest of the team was left in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and intrigue. Hiori’s playful tone contrasted sharply with the gravity of what he had just revealed, and it made the others uneasy.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Raichi screeched, clearly surprised by Hiori’s words. 

Kurona and Hiori exchanged glances, both trying to contain their amusement, but it was clear that the revelation had left everyone else reeling. Nanase, however, remained thoughtful, his usual calm demeanor still intact, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“Just saying, I have the feeling this is about Isagi’s romantic life.” Hiori teased, but quickly changed to something slightly more serious, “it’s best not to intervene, this is his personal life.”

In the dim lit room, no one was able to notice the dark shadow that covered Rin’s face. Except for Nanase, who felt bad for the tall striker. Though Rin was never one to express his feelings ever, but it didn’t take a genius to understand that Isagi was someone Rin held in a really special place in his heart.

However for the longest time Nanase wasn’t able to tell whether it was platonic or not. 

Now he knows. But he isn’t sure Rin is also aware of his own feelings. 

“No way, I didn’t know Isagi swings that way.” Igaguri said, a teasing look on his face.

“Shut up.” Everyone said.

— — — — —

Bachira managed to get Isagi to go eat with him at last. He brought some food when they were going to confront Isagi earlier, but Bachira ate it on the way, which made him guilt trip Isagi into going to the cafeteria once more because he was still hungry.

"Bachira, dinner is gonna start in a few minutes, can’t we come after they actually serve us food?" Isagi groaned, rubbing his stomach in frustration.

“Nuh uh!” Bachira bopped Isagi’s nose with a grin that was pure mischief. "I’ll eat my lunch and dinner," he declared, already bouncing off toward the food station, the energy practically radiating from him.

“Geez," Isagi muttered, his eyes fondly at Bachira's unrelenting enthusiasm. He was always like this, an endless ball of energy that could somehow make even the most mundane moments feel exciting.

With a sigh, Isagi slumped into one of the seats, his thoughts drifting for a moment as he absentmindedly looked around the cafeteria. He had hoped for a peaceful break, but that never seemed to last long.

Suddenly, a loud voice broke through his thoughts.

“The man of the hour! Isagi!”

Isagi turned around sharply at the familiar voice, a mix of surprise and confusion spreading across his face.

“Aiku?” he managed, barely turning back when the man casually patted his head with a grin. Aiku, the ever-charismatic member of Ubers, stood before him, his posture relaxed, as though this was the most casual interaction in the world.

“Sup. Heard you were here, so we came to check you out,” Aiku said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked like he hadn't a care in the world, his laid-back nature making it impossible to figure out if he was teasing or being genuine.

“‘We’?” Isagi asked with a tilt of his head, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to make sense of what was going on. He looked around, expecting maybe a couple of Ubers members but was met with an unexpected wave of familiar faces.

And then, Aiku stepped aside, revealing a few more Ubers players standing behind him. He saw Niko with Aryu, though they were ignoring him, more focused on their tray. But he was disappointed to see that Barou wasn’t there. Then again, he was always more focused on his training more than anything. 

“You were looking for me?” Isagi asked, his tone a mix of confusion and curiosity as he glanced up at Aiku, who was standing in front of him with that typical grin. He barely had time to process the situation when Aiku reached over and ruffled his hair again, this time in an affectionate manner.

“Mhm,” Aiku replied, his voice light but laced with an undercurrent of something far more teasing. He dropped into the seat across from Isagi, his eyes never leaving him. "Heard you were here, so I thought I’d come check out how you’re doing."

Isagi raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out exactly what Aiku was getting at. “What do you mean?” He shifted a little uncomfortably, his earlier moments of calm starting to feel far more chaotic under Aiku’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Aiku chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Word’s been going around, you’re becoming quite the talk of the town. People say you've got a little ‘something’ going on with someone.”

Isagi blinked rapidly, his mind racing to catch up. “What?!" His throat went dry as the words slowly registered. 

Aiku was already in too deep, leaning closer with that grin widening as he saw Isagi’s discomfort. But before Aiku could continue, Bachira plopped down next to Isagi, making sure to sandwich himself between Isagi and Aiku. 

“Where the hell did you hear that from?” Isagi asked, his face full of anger.

“Not sure, someone told Niko, Niko told Aryu, and Aryu told me.” He began, gesturing towards the two sitting on the far end of the cafeteria. “Is it not true? I see that necklace, Isagi, I’m not blind.”

Isagi angrily growled lightly, “well I will turn you blind if you don’t shut up!” 

“Woah! No violence!” Bachira pointed at Isagi with his fork but Isagi simply dismissed him.

“Why are you all worked up about it? It’s just a rumor, nothing like a little romance to stir–”

Isagi  turned away from both of them, his hand tugging at his shirt collar as if trying to cool down. “Can we just eat?” he muttered, not wanting to deal with this conversation any longer.

Aiku chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the flustered state he had put Isagi in. “Sure, sure, we can eat. But don’t think I’m letting this go.” Isagi gritted his teeth, muttering a small ‘asshole’ before finally eating his food.

Isagi, still avoiding Aiku’s smirk, sighed in relief when the food finally arrived, hoping the conversation would shift back to something safer. But, deep down, he knew Aiku wasn’t going to let this go so easily.

— — — — —

When Isagi opened the dorm room, he could immediately tell that something was strange, many were giving him weird looks while others looked at him smugly, he couldn’t tell whether to ask about it or just flatly ignore them.

In his humble opinion, he couldn’t care less, but he knew they would create a very big deal over it later on. 

Thankfully he didn’t need to say anything since they obviously wanted to talk to him about something. 

“Say, Isagi,” Yukimiya began, his voice almost faltering as his eyes drifted from Isagi’s face down to his neck. There, nestled against the curve of his collarbone, hung a glimmering necklace that seemed to catch every shred of light in the room. His gaze lingered there, his lips parting as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. "Woah," he breathed.

The room went quiet, and the others, sensing the sudden change, turned their attention to the necklace. Isagi felt their eyes on him, the weight of their gazes causing him to question them.

Yukimiya’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words, but nothing came. He almost looked as if he were willing to reach out and snatch it off Isagi’s neck, as if the necklace could somehow reveal who had been the one to give it to him. “Who gave you that?” Yukimiya finally managed, though his voice was quieter than usual.

He wasn’t sure if he was asking about the necklace or the person behind it, but it didn’t matter. 

Because Isagi didn’t answer him immediately, allowing others to eye him even more.

Hiori, who had been laying on the bed since he got there, suddenly straightened, his sharp eyes flicking between Isagi and the necklace. His lips curled into a tight smile, but the usual playfulness was gone from his voice. “That’s a pretty serious gift, don’t you think?” he said.

Kurona, who was usually cool and detached, didn’t even bother hiding the flicker of surprise in his eyes. He stood up and moved closer to Isagi, his gaze focused entirely on the necklace now, a sharp glint in his usually emotionless stare. “Someone must really care about you, really,” he remarked.

“Yeah, you could say that.” He shrugged, awkwardly fidgeting with the necklace. He didn’t find it odd that his teammates were too involved in his life, because he thinks he would be too if he saw Chigiri or Bachira had a similar item. It wasn’t everyday the BL members could wear accessories, he thinks Ego is gonna call him any second now.

Hiori’s eyes immediately shot up, widening in realization. “Isagi!” His voice was louder than usual, a mix of shock and excitement, “Did Navitsu give it to you?!”

Before Isagi could react, Hiori was already up from his spot on the bed and closing in on him. His intense gaze fixed on Isagi with the kind of scrutiny that left no room for escape.

Isagi’s breath caught in his throat, eyes flickering with panic. “W-what?” He fumbled for an answer, but it was already too late. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and it wasn’t just from the question itself. His face flushed deep red, and his pulse quickened. He had been hoping this wouldn’t come up—not like this. But Hiori was persistent, a side of him that always made Isagi’s nerves fray at the edges. 

“Don’t lie to me, Isagi,” Hiori teased, his voice a low purr of amusement. He was practically nose-to-nose with Isagi now, inches from his face, and the pressure was unbearable. “You’re blushing.”

But before Isagi could answer, the mischievous glint in Hiori’s eyes became more pronounced. He leaned even closer, and Isagi instinctively backed away, his legs hitting the edge of the room with a soft thud.

Isagi’s chest tightened, the weight of Hiori’s playful teasing becoming too much to bear. His face grew hotter by the second, his heart thundering in his ears. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, trying to compose himself, but it was already clear.

Hiori chuckled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Isagi’s spine. “Oh?” He leaned in further, causing Isagi to stumble back a step. “So I’m right, aren’t I?” He smirked, delighting in the discomfort spreading across Isagi’s features.

Isagi opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. His mind raced to find a way to deflect, to hide the truth, but Hiori was too sharp.

“It’s just a gift,” Isagi finally managed, his voice cracking slightly under the weight of his frustration. “Nothing more.”

“Is that so?” Hiori’s tone was filled with mock disbelief, and the teasing grin on his face widened. He crossed his arms, eyeing Isagi with a mixture of fondness and mischief. “A gift, huh? Then why does it look like your face is going to catch fire?”

Isagi’s hands clenched at his sides, his usual composure slipping away. He looked around the room, his eyes darting everywhere except for Hiori. He wanted to change the subject, to deflect this conversation away from the uncomfortable truth that Hiori was determined to reveal. “It’s not a big deal, really,” he said, his voice becoming more forceful.

“I see,” Hiori purred, the teasing never leaving his voice. “So, when Navitsu hands you something with that look on his face, you’re just going to say ‘It’s nothing special’? Really?”

Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat. The mere mention of Navitsu’s name sent a surge of conflicting emotions through him. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Hiori, not in front of everyone.

“What do you want me to say?” Isagi shot back, his words sharp, though the vulnerability in his tone was unmistakable.

But Hiori didn’t buy it. He tilted his head, watching Isagi with amusement, the glint in his eyes telling Isagi that this was far from over. However, in the heat of the moment, Hiori sensed Isagi’s growing discomfort, and thought he should try to make Isagi relax—he had his fun.

Before he could think of a way to respond, one of the others in the room, Kiyora, spoke up from his spot across the room.

“Guys,” Kiyora’s voice was hesitant, and he looked between the two, his face confused. “Who is Navitsu?” Of course he knew, they just found out, but they couldn’t let Hiori take the fall of what Isagi might think. They are the ones who asked him after all. Also, they wanted to hear what Isagi had to say about it..

The room fell silent as everyone turned their eyes toward Isagi, waiting for him to answer. Isagi felt his throat tighten, the pressure of so many gazes on him causing his anxiety to spike. His mind scrambled for an explanation—anything to get out of this situation.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you all,” Isagi finally muttered, his face still flushed with embarrassment. “It’s nothing special.

But the others weren’t buying it.

Raichi raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right,” he said dryly, “because ‘nothing special’ would make you blush like that.”

Isagi opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. His head was spinning, and the more they pushed, the more he felt like he was losing control. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, and his gaze darted between the group, each face watching him with varying degrees of interest.

The pressure was unbearable, and for the first time in a long while, Isagi felt vulnerable. He wasn’t used to this feeling—being exposed in front of others, his secrets laid bare.

“I’m not telling you,” he said finally, his voice strained, as if that would end the conversation.

Hiori, still grinning, leaned back, clearly enjoying the show. “Alright, alright. I won’t push you... for now. But you owe me an explanation later.”

The tension in the room shifted. Everyone seemed to relax, but there was still an air of curiosity lingering in the air. They might have dropped the subject for now, but Isagi knew it wouldn’t be long before they started digging again. They wouldn’t let it go that easily.

Isagi sank into the nearest bed, exhaling deeply. The flush on his face still hadn't faded, and the adrenaline from the awkward exchange slowly began to drain away. His thoughts were racing, and the weight of what had just happened hung heavy in the room.

“Isagi,” Hiori said, his voice suddenly softer, a hint of concern creeping in. “You okay?”

Isagi looked up, meeting Hiori’s eyes. There was something in the way Hiori was looking at him now—something that wasn’t teasing or playful. For a moment, it was just... genuine concern.

“I’m fine,” Isagi muttered, trying to brush it off. 

But the truth was, he wasn’t fine. 

Not at all.

— — — — — 

“Anri.”

“Yeah, Ego?”

The voice that came from Ego was cold, direct, and there was an edge to it that made the air around him feel heavier. His fingers hovered over the control board, his eyes glued to the big screens in front of him. He hadn’t looked up once as the monitors flickered, switching between different angles and tracking different players.

“Who the fuck was allowed in this building?” Ego’s voice sliced through the air, sharp as a blade.

Anri’s eyebrows furrowed, but her gaze stayed on the screens, scanning through the data. “What do you mean?”

“Who the fuck was allowed in the dormitory without being one of my strikers?” Ego’s question was now laced with growing frustration, each word like a beat of a drum that was getting louder. His eyes darkened, and his fingers started to press down on the keys with a sudden force, as if the pressure from his hands could somehow push away the unease that had settled in his chest.

“No one that I know of. Why? Did something happen?” Anri replied, her voice slightly more cautious now, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. She had worked with Ego long enough to know that when his mood soured, there was usually a reason.

“Yes,” Ego replied flatly, not offering any more details. His gaze remained locked on the screens, but it was evident from the tension in his posture that whatever he was about to uncover was something that irritated him greatly. His long fingers flew over the keys again, rewinding to footage from this morning.

The screens came alive with images from earlier in the day, an unusual scene that had caught Ego’s eye. His sharp eyes narrowed, thickening with concentration as each second of the footage played out.

Anri, standing slightly behind him, leaned in closer, her own curiosity piqued by the change in Ego’s demeanor. She didn’t speak at first, letting him focus on whatever he was seeing. But her gaze quickly flicked to the man on the screen.

“Hm?” Ego muttered, his attention unyielding as he replayed the scene over and over.

“What?” Anri squinted, eyes narrowing as she took in the details of the footage.

She pointed at the screen, where a man from PxG was being cornered by Shidou, who was pushing him toward the training grounds with an intensity that was typical of the aggressive striker. Charles was with him, leaning in, almost as if he were trying to keep the man from escaping.

“Who’s that?” Anri asked, her tone a mix of intrigue and suspicion.

“A random npc from PxG. Irrelevant.” Ego dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, but his eyes stayed fixed on the screen.

Anri wasn’t convinced. “Yeah, but he’s hiding something behind his back, isn’t he?” she pressed, her gaze narrowing even further as she tried to make sense of the scene. There was something odd about the way the man had been acting—too nervous, too fidgety.

The footage played out. Shidou was yelling at the man, pushing him toward the door with a force that left little room for resistance. As they reached the table, the player seemed to almost give in completely, his shoulders slumping with defeat. He dropped a box onto the table with a thud, the lid half-open.

Ego’s eyes darkened, the veins in his temples tightening. He froze the frame, focusing on the box. “Interesting,” Ego muttered. 

They both watched with bated breath as the scene continued. The camera angles shifted, showing Chigiri and Reo coming into the room, their eyes immediately locking onto the box left behind.

Anri tilted her head as Chigiri reached for the box, her mind working quickly. “Do you think they’ll open it?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“I’m counting on it,” Ego replied, his expression hardening.

The footage continued, revealing Chigiri and Reo carefully inspecting the box, their movements precise as they opened it. The contents remained hidden from the camera’s angle, but it was obvious that whatever was inside had captured their attention. 

Ego’s mind raced. This was no simple accident. The way the man had behaved, how the box had been left behind so carelessly—he knew something was off. Whoever this PxG player was, he wasn’t just a random athlete. There was a purpose to his actions, and that purpose was now in his grasp.

“This isn’t just a box,” Ego said under his breath, his voice low, his eyes never leaving the screen. “This is part of something much bigger.”

Anri’s gaze flicked back and forth between Ego and the screen. “What are you thinking?”

Ego didn’t answer immediately. His lips thinned as he absorbed every detail, his mind weaving the pieces of the puzzle together. It wasn’t just the box—it was the player’s presence in the dormitory, the way he had been pressured by Shidou and Charles, and now the box being found by Chigiri and Reo. Something was clearly hidden in that box, something that could be the key to unlocking whatever secret the PxG player was involved in.

“I need to know what’s inside that box,” Ego muttered, his voice low and almost dangerous. His fingers moved swiftly across the board, dialing in on the security feeds in the area where the box was now located. He wasn’t going to let this go, not when it could have such an impact on his carefully controlled environment.

Anri leaned back, crossing her arms. “You know this is going to cause trouble, right? Whoever this is, they’re either trying to hide something or create a distraction.”

“I know,” Ego replied, his eyes narrowing with resolve. “And I’m going to make sure it doesn’t stay hidden for long.”

As the footage continued to play, Anri couldn’t help but wonder just how deep this conspiracy went, and what role the PxG player would play in the ever-expanding web of secrets surrounding the Blue Lock team. She knew Ego was onto something, and wherever this trail led, it was bound to bring about consequences they couldn’t yet foresee.

This is chapter 2

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[spade-riddles]

To add on to that anon:

To be fair/honest? *We* knew these stunts were coming when she announced the new album. Plus, almost everyone is talking about the Beyoncé album right now and TTPD drops in about 3 weeks.

I wish she understood(?) she would have even more support if she would just be herself more often. The real Taylor is who we get to see every now during the Eras Tour that’s hilarious, relatable; accidentally swallows bugs. Gets stuck on the folklore house. Has a haunted piano that starts playing by itself because of rain. Lol

Then you have Taylor Swift™️, who we currently see that suppresses herself and her accomplishments to cater to her section of fans who chug the Travis bullshit at the expense of her other fans. Because THAT is what’s going to make *them* buy all the versions of the albums, etc.

Whatever happened to the days of actual promo that related to and revolved around the music? She wants the focus to be on the art, right? “It should be about the music and it’s not”….but she shoves the “personal” down our throats and takes the focus off the art and that’s why some people don’t appreciate the art like they should.

Give me a first single and a music video. An actual talk show interview. Not more routine staged pictures of you lying in dirt beside some man with his strategically placed hand on your ass to have something to talk about with his brother on his podcast.

It’s seems like she sometimes “dumbs” herself down to the level of whoever she’s “dating” at the time. Joe was the “love of her life” then they “broke up” last April and 5 seconds later, she was mouthing words to 🐀 on stage until June. Then she was celebrating “single girl summer”. Then she started this CAA promo run with Travis.

I’m not trying to be mean or harsh when I say this, but things like this don’t make her look like the heartbroken victim she seems to want people to think she is. Not when she’s openly associating with people like BM and JM.

It also irks me how some of her “OG” fans (the main ones who mock and harass other fans for *their* interpretations and *their* relatability to her lyrics) claim to know her. She’s their (parasocial) bestie who would never lie to them when they don’t know her at all. She has always said her truth is in her music, yet they don’t hear her screaming to be heard and seen (i.e., Antihero stage visuals).

They don’t notice how every time there’s a moment where Travis is being criticized, here comes an article saying how “Taylor” feels about it?

Like the one about how she “loves” his dad bod. Or the ones about how much money he’s spent on “wooing” her. Or the constant articles about him and how much money he paid for his house that he suddenly was able to close on about two weeks after they became public, even though he was a 2 time SB champ at the time and had been in the NFL over 10 years.

Sorry for the rant, but it’s frustrating because I get it, but then again I don’t. Because she is the most important piece of her brand and she just goes along with these things even when she doesn’t want to. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I can’t stand the guy. But it seems clear that she held off on promoting TTPD until after Beyoncé’s album dropped. There is no reason to crowd the promotion for both albums when they can each have their own spotlight.

[clariannahoney]

Ruthless Seduction

As the late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the office windows, Y/N, a young and ambitious secretary at KARD Enterprises, found herself alone in the vast, dimly lit room. The air was thick with tension, a palpable force that seemed to echo the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. She had been working late, as usual, trying to finalize the details of an upcoming project when the door to the CEO's office burst open with a suddenness that made her jump.

"Y/N, get in here now," BM's voice barked, laced with an urgency that sent a shiver down her spine.

Without waiting for a response, he disappeared back into his lair, leaving her standing there, heart pounding, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong. With hesitant steps, she approached his office, each step heavier than the last, her mind racing with possibilities.

The moment she stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind her, making her gasp. BM stood by his desk, his tall frame casting a menacing shadow over her. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers, sending a wave of unease through her body.

"You think you can just waltz in here and ruin everything, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Confusion clouded her mind. "Ruin? Sir, I—"

Before she could finish, he closed the distance between them in three long strides. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly, yanking her forward until they were almost nose to nose. The smell of his cologne, mixed with a hint of sweat, filled her nostrils, making her head spin.

"Don't play innocent with me," he hissed, his breath hot against her face. "I know what you've been up to."

Fear mingled with a strange excitement as he dragged her towards the bedroom adjacent to his office. Each step felt like walking on a tightrope, unsure if she would fall into safety or plunge into danger.

Without breaking stride, he abruptly released her wrist and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The impact stung, making her stumble, her cheek burning from the force. Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from pain, but from the shock of his unexpected violence.

"Feel that?" he taunted, watching her reaction with a cruel smile. "That's just a taste of what you deserve."

His words cut through her, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't understand. Despite the fear, a part of her thrilled at his dominance, at the raw power he exuded. It was wrong, dangerous, yet undeniably thrilling.

BM seemed to sense her inner conflict, his smile growing more predatory. He moved with practiced ease, his hands roaming over her body, delivering punishing spanks that left her gasping. Each strike was calculated, aimed to inflict pain while stoking a forbidden desire.

"Look at you," he murmured, his tone mocking yet strangely intimate. "You love this, don't you? Admit it."

She couldn't answer, her voice trapped in her throat as he continued his assault, covering every inch of her face and chest with red marks. Her body trembled, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins.

Suddenly, he changed tactics, grabbing a handful of her hair forcefully and pulling her head back. The pain was acute, but it also brought her focus to his eyes, deep pools of darkness that seemed to see right through her.

"You're mine now," he declared, his voice brooking no argument. "And I'm not letting you go until I've had my fill."

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to fight, to escape, but another part, deeper and darker, yearned for whatever he was offering.

"Please," she whispered, the word torn from her lips, a plea for mercy or perhaps for more, she wasn't sure.

BM leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice a seductive whisper. "Beg all you want, little one. You're not getting away from me tonight."

[xolive-not-foundx]

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[iwanthermidnightz]

So some gaylors and swifties are saying taylor is mirroring KK with brittany mahomes now, because she did that lover pose and that she is throwing shade to her. I don't know what to think anymore, I really don't understand what taylor is doing right now

also KK was mocked for being on the nosebleeds by some late night show and they are saying taylor and tree planted this

i don’t think that’s what taylor is doing with bm at all. if people are trying to claim that to throw shade it doesn’t surprise me. what’s new?

anything to make karlie the butt of the joke while she’s minding her business. people are still pressed she actually showed up to eras. don’t get me started lol.

[ikamigami]

People really don't understand what I'm talking about when I'm saying that Sun is afraid of himself and believes he's evil..

I decided to share something from my personal life.. some event in my life that was haunting me for more or less a decade of my life and it still gets to me sometimes..

When I was in my first year of junior high school.. I was still 12 years old iirc.. we had a Christmas party in our choir club and our music teacher told me.. no, wished me to be not that selfish.. I couldn't believe what I heard.. I only smiled awkwardly and nodded accepting the wishes.. it messed me up so badly because I was already struggling with my delusions.. and I legit thought that my fears, my delusions were true because of what that teacher told me.. because if it's so visible that others see it that must mean that I'm truly disgusting selfish individual.. I felt awful and after that day my mental state was getting progressively worse.. Ofc I told that to my mom and to my sisters.. they all agreed that the teacher shouldn't say that.. but because of my delusions I believed the teacher more than my own family..

I saw the exact same thing with Sun.. when Old Moon was saying in mocking way "you never did anything wrong" or Eclipse saying "you want to do horrible things" or Lunar saying "you act just like a person you tries to get rid of".. I felt that deeply within me.. and seeing Sun how he was later saying "I wanted to be good for once".. or his hallucinations saying "you enjoyed it" or "you're just like me"..

Like that shit definitely got into Sun's head.. no, stop.. it actually got into his head because hallucinations prove exactly that! He's hacking scared that he'll let someone who may appear in his head to kill just like it happened on July 16th.. "we're use your body once again".. and he's scared that he made OM, BM and Eclipse be like that "if you didn't make [Eclipse]" (or something among those lines cause I think that he said that he made someone in his head as a replacement for Moon.. for me it heavily implied that it was about Eclipse - it was said by Rotrick which we know is creator himself).. Sun blames himself for everything bad that happened!

Sun is acting/behaving exactly like me - actually he is better er.. person than me lol

I know it's hard to understand the way delusional person thinks cause it's well.. very detached from reality so I get it that people don't have any idea what I'm talking about ^^

Also I'm wondering if what that teacher told me might be considered traumatising.. cause I legit don't know xD