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Sae

You had known him all your life. You grew up together along with Rin. Your parents always teased you about being together, but you didn't really understand it that time. When he left to pursue his football career in Spain, you were heartbroken. It was that time where you realized that you love him.

He was there when you had a fever; he always bought you popsicles along with Rin. The way he would have sparkles in his eyes whenever he talked about his football games and Rin made your heart flutter seeing him happy.

You always sent him messages, and he always replied. But fate had other plans for you two. His schedule got busier, and the time difference didn't help. Despite the odds your feelings for him were unwavering.

When you heard that he came home from Spain a week ago, you were determined to not repeat the same mistake. Not saying what you feel before he left.

"I've always loved you, Sae!"

You said it! You guys were at the local park. It was where you and Sae always play whenever he is free from football. Sae paused. You guys were just catching up with each other earlier, and now here you are confessing your feelings.

He was tired from the flight and everything that had happened to him in Spain. He had already picked up on your clues when you were texting each other, but he acts oblivious to it. He just didn't see you that way.

"Oh...I don't feel the same way."

You felt like someone had shot you through the heart. You weren't really looking for him to reciprocate your feelings, but hearing those words coming out of his mouth is still different from what you've imagined.

You chuckled lightly, trying to alleviate the damage that he had inflicted on your ever-so-loving heart. You acted like it wasn't a big deal and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Forget about it!" You laughed.

You guys resumed catching up with each other, and by the time he left, that was when your tears started to pour.

By the time you got home, you immediately went to your room to bury your face in the pillow. You were starting to regret it. He seemed to overlook just how deeply your love runs for him.

Is it because he's just too focused on football? Or he just doesn't like you in that way?

Michael

You met him because you were an assistant manager of the Bastard Muchen. You got along with him quickly because of your shared interest in psychology and philosophy. Kaiser really didn't vibe with people, but when you came into the picture, he realized that you had yourself scrutinized from the very being of your own existence.

What he likes about you is you know yourself and are a confident one, of course!

What you love about him is how he got that charisma that made him stand out from the crowd. Not to mention he also got the looks and the brains. Some players were actually teasing you both, and some coaches too, but Kaiser just rolled their eyes at them and focused on harnessing the new technique he had learned.

He doesn't think of you that way. He's too focused on his football career—being the best. Don't get him wrong, he also wants to be loved—not the love you have for him but the love he gets from football.

The crowds cheer; his worshipers and the validation he gets are the love that drives him to get stronger in football, not relationships.

"I love you, Kaiser."

You felt your cheeks warm up. You guys were on one of the practice grounds. Everyone already left to eat some food while Kaiser was doing extra exercise drills to make his aim better.

Kaiser stopped in his tracks and looked at you for a moment before chuckling. You felt your stomach sink. It was a laugh that he always used whenever you joked about something. "I'm serious, Kaiser..." you mumbled, thinking he must've thought that this is just one of your silly pranks.

He calmed down and sat on the grass. He stretched his legs on the ground and used his hands to support himself as he leaned a bit. He breathes while closing his eyes, feeling the cold breeze of the night.

You remained standing up, waiting for a reply. You curled your fist inside the pocket of your jacket. He glanced at you and smiled.

"I just don't see you that way."

You forced a smile and took a deep sigh. "It's ok—"

"Kaiser! There you are. Coach wants to see you!" Ness yelled, and he waited for Kaiser. "Gotta go." He stood up and waved you off, throwing a towel on his shoulder. After he left your legs gave up and sat on the ground.

You can't believe you just did that!

Warm tears started to pool from your eyes. You hugged your knees and buried your eyes into your forearms. 'shit, shit, shit!' You mentally cursed yourself.

You should've just kept your mouth shut. The rejection hurts, but the way he handled it hurts more. Do I look like I was joking? Does he even know how much I love him?

Lorenzo

Snuffy introduced you to Lorenzo. You met him when he had nothing, and you already loved him back when he had just gotten his golden teeth. He was actually the nicest player you've met!

Other people misunderstood him just because they found him a bit odd; he is, but he's more than what meets the eye. He's the guy who's all giddy whenever he gets to eat his caramel popcorn; the way his eyes turn into euro signs whenever he receives paychecks, he acts himself and never really thinks about what other people's opinions are about him.

He actually found you quite interesting as well. You guys would always go on movie nights whenever you were both free, ensuring you guys ordered the largest bucket of caramel popcorn there was.

When you ordered mint chocolate ice cream one time, he had a disgusted look on his face, and you found it funny. When you encourage him to try it, he shrieks like a cat getting splashed by water.

You thought everything aligned. That he also felt the same way as you do.

You guys just finished your movie night, and it was time for Lorenzo to go back to his dorm. Before he could open your door, you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

He looked at you confused and asked if he had left something. You shook your head and braced yourself for what you were about to say.

"I-I love you, Lorenzo..."

You muttered. His eyes widened, trying to process what you had just said. "Really?" His breath hitched, and you let go of his wrist, nodding slowly.

He got his confirmation, and he softly smiled.

"Sorry, Y/n. I just like you as a friend," he replied.

Your heat shattered into millions of pieces. You were sure he felt the same way. "Um...I know!" You lied and forced a smile.

"Just wanted to say it!"

When he left, you went to the living room again and cried your heart out. You finished a box of tissues in an hour and listened to happy music to distract you, but none of it worked.

You were thinking of scenarios of how your future interaction with him will play out. It's going to be awkward! Lorenzo will probably avoid me!

Loki

You weren't always the confident type. You prefer to keep yourself contained and are a total opposite of your best friend Loki. You had met him through football. Your team borrowed their team's practice ground for a bit, and after the practice your team got a chance to see their own practice match. Loki's play instantly captivated you.

When you went up to him for some tips, he actually gave you some useful advice. While at the talk, you both discovered you shared a love for cheetahs. You mentioned that your parents actually worked on a documentary dedicated to showcasing animal wildlife.

You looked up to Loki. His cheeky smirk that always made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and whenever he wouldn't share his chocolate marshmallow with Charles and Vivien because they always ended up devouring the whole pack. But not you; you know how much he likes his marshmallow, and mind your portion.

He was the heart of his team, while you spent most of your time on the bench during your plays. And you used him as an inspiration to be better.

You hyped yourself up, and your teammates were also present to build your confidence.

"Go get him!"

"If he turns out to be an asshole, I'll kill him!"

You chuckled before leaving the room to look for him.

You found Loki in one of the free rooms where players watch on the huge screens to analyze their opponents or their own plays. You sat beside him, and he greeted you. You let him finish his analysis, and you guys talked about other things as well.

When Loki was about to get up to go to sleep. You confessed your feelings to him.

"I love you, Julien Loki!"

You finally said the words that you have been practicing with your teammates in the locker room for 10 mins every day for the past week. He froze in his place and sat down to gather up his thoughts.

He doesn't like you that way...not once has he ever thought of you as someone more than his best friend.

"I don't like you that way, Y/n." He was clear and straight to the point.

You bit your lip and hummed in response. You were expecting this anyway. You guys are far too different, and there are other girls that will likely suit him better.

XAVIER ⏐ 沈星回

ZAYNE ⏐ 黎深

RAFAYEL ⏐ 祁煜

SYLUS ⏐ 秦彻

CALEB ⏐ 夏以昼

VALKO ⏐ 敖尹

itoshi rin – treating every interviewer like they're interrupting his nap + inspired by this michael olise clip

nobody has ever seen someone care less about media obligations. 

he fulfills them because his contract says he has to. not because he wants to. 

every single clip begins exactly the same way – hood up, sunglasses on, headphones still around his neck, walking like the interviewer isn't even there. 

"rin! just a few words for spain after tonight's victory?" 

"we won." 

"what did you think about their performance?" 

"they lost." 

"any message for the fans?" 

"sleep." 

and he keeps walking. 

another reporter jogs beside him. "how do you feel after scoring the winning goal?" 

"fine." 

"anything else?" 

"no." 

"could you elaborate?" 

"no." 

the poor interviewer looks directly into the camera like he's being held hostage. 

the funniest part is that nobody can tell if rin is intentionally funny or if this is genuinely just how he lives. 

one reporter tries changing tactics by asking, "who inspired your football growing up?" 

"... me." 

"yourself?" 

"yeah." 

"but your older brother is sae itoshi." 

"and?" he keeps walking. 

another viral clip happens because someone desperately sticks a microphone in front of him. "rin! any thoughts before facing germany?" 

he slowly pulls one earbud out. "we're playing germany?" 

"yes." 

he puts the earbud back in and walks away. 

every media outlet eventually starts making bingo cards. ☐ says fewer than five words☐ ignores question entirely ☐ walks away mid-interview ☐ visibly annoyed ☐ sunglasses indoors 

they always get bingo. 

the fans love it because his complete lack of enthusiasm loops back around into comedy. 

people start editing meme audios over clips of him walking past 30 reporters asking questions while he doesn't acknowledge a single living soul. 

the captions always read: “bro has somewhere significantly less important to be.” “he's allergic to microphones.” “media training lost.” “aura farming isn't enough anymore, he's aura harvesting.” 

itoshi sae – football's most desired man... by other men

one day, he was just an insanely talented midfielder (he still is). the next day, every retired football legend, current superstar, celebrity, actor, musician, and suspicious number of grown men were publicly admitting that they thought he was attractive (this is still true). and i mean aggressively. 

post-match interviews become unbearable. 

"sae, incredible performance tonight." 

"thanks." 

"also respectfully, you're very handsome." 

"uh, okay." 

"my wife actually told me to say that." 

"good for her." 

"i'm lying, by the way." 

"i figured." 

another former football legend gets invited onto a sports talk show. 

"who would you most like to play alongside?" 

"sae." 

"why?" 

"... next question." 

twitter immediately responds: brother that's not why 😭😭😭 

every awards ceremony includes one grown man looking at sae like he wants to crack him. 

photographers catch the most insane screenshots imaginable. haaland staring. mbappé staring. random premier league defenders staring. some 70 year old retired manager smiling at him like he's about to ask for his number. 

sae notices approximately none of it. like "why are they looking at me? seriously. did i spill something?" 

every compilation video is titled something ridiculous: men forgetting they're on live television because sae walked by. straightest football interview. footballers trying not to admire sae challenge (impossible). 

then somebody asks him about it during an interview. 

"there's a running joke online that more men flirt with you than women." 

"oh, is there?" 

"you haven't noticed?" 

"no." 

"ronaldo called you beautiful." 

"he was being polite." 

"he winked at you." 

"oh." 

"mbappé called you gorgeous." 

"that's nice." 

"haaland reposted an edit of you." 

"... why?" 

the internet loses it because the only person unaware of his fan club is sae himself. 

nagi seishiro – terrifyingly gifted at literally every game that has ever existed

football stopped being enough. 

one random saturday, someone challenged him to a fighting game. he won. 

someone else challenged him to bowling. he won. 

dance dance revolution. he won. 

air hockey. he won. 

claw machine. he won first try. 

shooting gallery. perfect score. 

the issue isn't that he's competitive. it's that he isn't. like he genuinely could not care less. 

"nagi, have you ever played this before?" 

"no." 

30 seconds later, he's holding first place on the leaderboard and mumbling "that's kinda annoying." 

reo develops a stress twitch because he keeps introducing nagi to activities hoping he'll finally find something he's isn't naturally cracked at. 

"okay, there's absolutely no way you can beat this." 

"hm?" 

"professional drumming simulator." 

"okay." 

15 minutes later, he’s SSS RANK. 

"what." 

"wasn't hard." 

"IT'S LITERALLY CALLED EXTREME NIGHTMARE." 

they visit an arcade. nagi casually wanders over to dance dance revolution. 

"this looks tiring." 

"then don't play." 

"okay." 

and he still gets a full combo. 

another clip goes viral because someone challenges him to laser tag. 

"i've been national champion 3 years in a row." 

"cool." 

10 minutes later, nagi has eliminated everyone. 

"have you… done military training?" 

"no. i play games." 

"THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING." 

eventually people stop asking whether nagi can do something. instead, they ask how long it'll take him to become unfairly good at it. 

"chess?" 

"probably 20 minutes." 

"curling?" 

"half an hour." 

"competitive knitting?" 

“give him lunch first." 

and nagi never celebrates. he’ll just be like "did i win?" 

"... yes. you did…" 

"oh." then he goes back to scrolling on his phone. 

mikage reo – football's biggest fanboy trapped inside the body of a world-class football superstar

people expect one of the richest and most successful footballers on the planet to act cool around other legends. they couldn’t be more wrong. reo turns into an excited 12 year old every single time. 

"reo, you'll be sitting next to cristiano ronaldo tonight." 

"..." 

"reo?" 

"... don't joke like that." 

"i'm serious." 

"... i have to go to the bathroom." 

he has played against some of the greatest footballers in history. he still gets starstruck. 

every charity match is just reo accidentally forgetting he's supposed to be their equal. 

"mbappé said hi to me. he knows my name. HE KNOWS MY NAME." 

"YOU HAVE ALMOST AS MANY TROPHIES AS HIM." 

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT." 

someone catches him asking messi for a picture. 

"of course." 

"thank you so much." 

"by the way, reo." 

"yeah?" 

"you're literally in the ballon d'or top 3." 

"i know, but that's MESSI." 

don't even get him started on ronaldo. the first time they officially meet, reo spends the entire interaction trying to act normal. 

"it's an honor." 

"thank you." 

"i grew up watching you." 

"i appreciate that." 

"sorry, can we actually take one more picture my mom won't believe me." 

after ronaldo leaves, reo immediately opens the family group chat. 

I MET HIM. LOOK. HE TALKED TO ME. 

his butler responds with approximately 40 celebratory emojis. 

whenever a reporter asks him about football history, tactics, or legendary matches, his eyes light up like someone just activated factory settings. 

"don't even get me started. actually... please do." 

then he's standing in front of the tactics board for 25 uninterrupted minutes explaining why messi's positioning here was genius, why ronaldo's movement there changed the sport forever, why haaland's off-ball runs are terrifying, why mbappé's acceleration makes defenders question their career choices, and somehow tying all of it back to one obscure champions league match from years ago that everyone else forgot existed. 

"reo..." 

"yeah?" 

"we asked what your favorite goal celebration was." 

"oh..." 

football twitter absolutely adores him because underneath the designer suits, private jets, and billionaire aura is just a gigantic football nerd who still gets butterflies meeting the people whose posters used to hang on his bedroom wall, and that's one of the most endearing things about him. 

bachira meguru – genuinely does not understand the concept of personal space and refuses to learn

there are exactly two distances in bachira's mind – touching you and not touching you yet. 

teammates. opponents. referees. reporters. cameramen. security guards. random mascots. nobody is safe. 

post-match interviews are basically a horror game because the interviewer will start speaking to the camera and then, without warning, bachira's head slowly appears over their shoulder like he spawned there. 

"bachira, congratulations on the wi–" 

"hi." 

"hi…” 

"what're we talking about?" 

"the… the match." 

"cool!” he proceeds to NOT leave. instead, he decides they’re sharing the microphone. 

whenever someone interviews another player, bachira just wanders into frame. 

interviewing isagi? bachira's leaning on his shoulder. 

interviewing rin? bachira has wrapped an arm around him despite rin actively trying to walk away. 

interviewing barou? 

"bachira." 

"yeah?" 

"get. off." 

"why?" 

"because you're breathing my air." 

"sharing is caring, king." 

every celebration photo looks the exact same because bachira is hanging off someone like an excited golden retriever. 

piggybacking isagi. leaning against chigiri. hugging reo. resting his head on nagi's arm while nagi doesn't even react anymore. 

one time, the referee was explaining a VAR decision. somehow... bachira ended up next to him. 

"why are you here?" 

"just listening." 

"you're not involved." 

"i know. carry on." 

another viral clip happens because a defender tries intimidating him before kickoff. they're nose-to-nose, glaring, tension everywhere. 

bachira smiles. "your eyelashes are really pretty." 

"huh?" 

"can i touch them?" 

the defender physically reboots like wtf? 

commentators have literally started saying, "bachira appears to have adopted another footballer." 

nobody knows how. nobody knows why. they just accept it. 

the funniest part is that bachira truly thinks everyone else is weird. 

"why do people keep backing away when i talk to them?" 

"because you're 10 centimeters away from their face." 

"ah." 

5 minutes later, he's doing it again. 

shidou ryusei – committing accidental assault every single match

there has never been a footballer whose limbs possess less situational awareness. 

shidou isn't dirty. he's, well… moving. violently. and unpredictably… with enough enthusiasm to become everyone's problem. 

every single match includes at least one replay that begins with, "let's take another look here..." and ends with someone getting kicked in the forehead. 

"I DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM." 

"YOU JUMPED." 

"SO DID HE." 

"WITH HIS FACE." 

overhead kick? someone's ducking. 

bicycle kick? another casualty. 

volley? pray. 

the commentators have stopped sounding surprised. 

"and shidou has accidentally kicked another player… that's the fourth one today." 

"remarkably, all unintentional." 

one poor defender gets clipped during an acrobatic finish. 

shidou immediately runs over. "YO, YOU GOOD?" 

"..." 

"HELLO???!!!” 

"i can't feel my eyebrows." 

"that's probably temporary.” 

the medic even starts laughing. 

another time, he scores an absolute screamer and celebrates. he turns around too quickly. elbows his own teammate. 

"BRO." 

"MY BAD." 

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE." 

"BUT YOU LOOK COOLER NOW." 

every referee knows him by name. 

"ryusei shidou." 

"yeah?" 

"please." 

"i didn't mean it." 

"i know." 

"he walked into my foot." 

"your foot was over two meters in the air." 

"exactly." 

the internet edits together every accidental collision he's ever caused into one 20 minute compilation titled: shidou ryusei vs the human face. 

but the good part? every victim ends up laughing afterward because he's so aggressively apologetic. 

"SERIOUSLY, MAN, I'LL BUY YOU DINNER." 

"YOU GAVE ME A CONCUSSION." 

"AND DESSERT!!” 

karasu tabito – football's undefeated king of sarcasm

karasu could answer every interview normally. he simply chooses not to. to him, life is more entertaining this way. 

reporters walk into interviews thinking they're asking questions. they leave feeling like they got roasted for free. 

"karasu, were you surprised by today's result?" 

"nuh." 

"you expected to win?" 

"i expected 22 people to chase a ball." 

"... i guess that's one way to put it." 

another reporter asks, "how did you manage to stay so composed under pressure?" 

"years of dealin’ with stupid questions." 

"excuse me?" 

"what? ya asked." 

he says everything with the most casual smile imaginable, making it impossible to tell whether he's joking. 

during one match, an opposing player starts trash talking. 

"YOU'RE NOT EVEN THAT GOOD." 

karasu looks at the scoreboard. looks back. and goes "damn." 

"?" 

"must've imagined the score then." he walks away, leaving the guy gagged. 

another time, someone dramatically falls over trying to draw a foul. 

karasu doesn't even look concerned. he crouches beside them. tilts his head. 

"need an ambulance? or an acting agent?" 

yellow card. worth it. 

the commentators secretly adore him. 

"karasu appears to be exchanging words..." 

"oh! we unfortunately cannot repeat that on television." 

post-match interviews are basically stand-up comedy. 

"any message for your critics?" 

"yeah." 

"go ahead." 

"watch the game next time." 

clips of him answering questions with the driest sarcasm imaginable become football twitter's favorite reaction videos. 

he's accidentally created an entire genre of memes. 

kaiser michael – football's biggest hater that’s also always aware of every camera angle

kaiser has never complimented another footballer without sounding like it physically hurt him. 

"thoughts on today's opponent?" 

"i dunno, they existed." 

"they're one of the best teams in europe." 

“mmm. debatable." 

"their striker scored twice." 

"he was lucky." 

"your teammate had an incredible performance." 

"it was acceptable." 

"could you say something nice?" 

"... his cleats matched, i guess." 

that's the nicest thing anyone gets all season. 

people start making compilations titled: kaiser attempting to compliment people (failed). 

someone asks him about isagi, which you should NEVER do btw. 

"he played like shit." 

"oh?" 

"that's all." 

"no praise?" 

"nein." 

another interviewer tries. "what makes rin so dangerous?" 

"mein gott, he's so damn annoying." 

"because?" 

"he keeps scoring." 

"so... he's good?" 

"i didn't say that." 

"you literally implied it." 

"that was your interpretation." 

meanwhile, his second superpower is genuinely terrifying – he always knows where the camera is. 

nobody understands it. hidden cameras, fan cameras, drones, broadcast cameras, someone's iphone in row 37. he finds them. every. single. time. 

teammates start testing him. 

"there's no camera over there." 

kaiser casually turns 90 degrees and smiles. somewhere in the stadium, a fan screams because he looked directly into their phone lens. 

after scoring, he'll celebrate facing the exact camera that gets the cleanest slow-motion shot. 

photographers swear he's psychic. 

"how did he know?" 

"he blinked at lens 3." 

"WE HADN'T EVEN SWITCHED TO LENS 3 YET." 

the memes write themselves. 

ness alexis – professional yapper, full-time "erm actually 🤓☝️" employee

ness cannot answer a question in under 3 minutes. he just can't. 

ask him what he had for breakfast. congratulations. you're getting the agricultural history of wheat. 

"ness, how did training go today?" 

"well, that's actually a very interesting question because if we're talking specifically about today's session, we first have to establish what constitutes productive training, and statistically speaking–" 

"ness." 

"yeah?" 

"one sentence please." 

"... it was good." 

everyone applauds. 

another reporter asks something simple: "how's the weather?" 

"erm, actually, according to the meteorological forecast, humidity is technically a larger contributing factor than temperature itself–" 

"..." 

"it's sunny." 

teammates have started baiting him on purpose. 

"ness." 

"yeah?" 

"did you know sharks are mammals?" 

"ERM ACTUALLY–” 

they all walk away before he's finished. he's still explaining. 

during halftime someone jokingly says, "gravity feels stronger today." 

"well, technically speaking–” 

"GUYS RUN. HE'S STARTING." they scatter. 

one of his most viral clips happens because a child asks for an autograph. 

"you're my favorite player!" 

"thank you! did you know the word autograph actually comes from the greek roots autos and graphein, meaning 'self' and 'to write,' which is fascinating because–” 

the kid is staring respectfully. "oh… that’s cool." 

"sorry." he signs the shirt. 

another fan comments, i asked him what time it was and somehow learned the history of clocks. 

despite all the yapping, nobody dislikes him because he's so genuinely excited about everything he talks about that it's weirdly endearing. 

he'll interrupt himself to say, "oh! sorry, i'm talking too much again, aren't i?" 

"yes.” 

“... anyway, as i was saying–" 

he's off again for another 5 minutes.