Prologue (Co-pilot) | Blue lock x Akane Aoi! Reader
Warnings; mention of diseases, mention of death, mild depression, mention of blood.
English is not my first language. Sorry if there are grammatical errors. I promise to improve!
Status of Y/n: dead at 4:00 A.M.
Note: Accompanied by $@—&&”-!?
The splashing of the rain became present. My hands pressed the swing chains a little harder.
The habit of walking in the early morning since adolescence has apparently remained.
A few years ago I longed to be loved despite my true personality. However, I am a horrible person who does not deserve to be seen.
They are all hypocrites, a dull memory of my supposed friend. He promised to stay with me until we are successful.
No one called me after my mother's death, after facing Alzheimer's for years.
Liar, that was what she was. Not for nothing I left my life in Japan to go live in Canada. I sighed and had no choice but to walk until I reached the train station.
When I finished high school I set out to find out about hostels in order to volunteer while studying education.
Over time I dedicated myself to travelling and collaborating with orphanages to bring joy or so I wanted to believe.
Unfortunately, I left that when I found out about my mother's illness and dedicated myself completely to her health.
Do I regret it? No, because I was able to help my mother. Although, it hurt me how he forgot about me and I had to pretend to be a nurse.
When I see the sky, I wonder if everything I've done has been worth it.
As I went down the stairs to catch the train, my eyes opened in horror when I noticed how a man slipped when stepping on some steps badly.
By reflex I extended the lower corner of my umbrella to hook it with the edges of its hood with all my strength.
In the end he managed to balance, I quickly approached him in order to ensure his state of health.
—Are you okay? —I asked in a genuine tone. It was not usual for me, I usually faked my tone of voice.
The hooded only observed my eyes (c/e) slightly scared with his chest agitated.
After that, we started chatting. His name was (#+_•[@&-$-?) And I told him that mine is (Y/&10-&/0–0/n!).
His hair (@&$—@?' %!) It matched his eyes. He had an attitude (&@-$@%^*) or maybe he acted like that because I saved his life.
Desperate screams were heard, his gaze ($-9-9/79) shouted "Be careful!".
I didn't understand what you meant, why was my heart beating?
People pushed each other uneasy, some with injuries.
I felt the impact of the train against my body, the last thing I saw was that boy named ^_*_+_€[%?.
Oh, it was my blood. So, I have €_¥_€+]%+]¥[£]€?
Hey, why do you bother to find out who that person is?
That person just lied to you. He laughed when he sat you die.
Do you think he loves you? You're just a $-@-$)-! &—&-9-9....system error...
You must be careful who you trust!
Honour your ancestors or will they come for you $-@-$?—&-@-@!?
A boy called, @-$-9-9-)$@-9-@/!? &-@-@/, go to your meeting.
System error! This shouldn't be happening! Someone must stop him!
