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soulfungai · 3 months

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Synopsis: Nothing. Just Haisaka’s empty thoughts on her best friend who travelled to some place in japan called, “Blue Lock/ブルロック”. She knew that his dream was to be a japan representative in football, but she couldn’t see the appeal. Nevertheless, she supported him in his dream. She gave him her thoughts on how he could improve, and it always worked for some reason. She loved art though. Maybe she could join Haiji in Blue Lock in another universe.

Authors Note: Honestly just thought of Haiji, a character who had a really cool design and his hair reminded me of a piñata so I thought of an oc based off of a piñata with his kind of hair…and that’s how Haisaka was born. Maybe that explains the similar name?

Word Count: 432

ピニャタガル

Piñata Girl

A sense of belonging was never something Haisaka craved. All she wanted was to relax and see the world at peace, which is quite the hard end goal. Being the only abuse victim she knew of, or the only one that didn’t seek any sort of validation after escaping her abusive society.

However, she didn’t understand why someone like Haiji did. He didn’t have any real reason to want others to notice him, or realize that he had purpose, but he did anyway.

Why is Haiji so weird? Haisaka always asked herself, and she wasn’t wrong. To her, Haiji had no hardships in life. However, she stopped herself from thinking that when she realized that she was probably wrong. That he may have looked fine but he was suffering in silence, you could say.

“Haiji, your balance is off.” Haisaka would soon see that Haiji had a real passion for football, and decided to give her thoughts. Haisaka was passionate about art however, so she thought that maybe her advice wouldn’t be that helpful. But they ended up…always working?

“Haisaka, that was such a smart move! Have you ever considered football…like ever?” Haiji would ask her every now and then, but she always declined and told him,

“Yes Haiji. I have. It’s…just not for me I guess.”

So did it her like heck when he was all happy and excited and told her he was leaving? Yes. It did. Why wouldn’t it? She was his best friend…but she let him pursue his passion. His dream.

Maybe, just maybe Haisaka could join him. After watching him on screen, and how he was doing so great in Blue Lock, she decided to try football again. To her surprise…she actually enjoyed it? It wasn’t…bad? She was actually…good at it?

灰坂ー次の女子サッカー選手は誰だ？！

[HAISAKA - THE NEXT FEMALE FOOTBALL PLAYER?!]

It wasn’t long before Blood Lock (female version of Blue Lock) reached out to her, and made her the next big thing. She did wonder, what was her dear best friend doing this whole time? While she was making her way in the soccer world, what was he doing? Maybe, maybe he was getting to his dream.

Or maybe he was falling behind. Haisaka couldn’t just sit and watch as Haiji fell into an utter pit of doom, sure, if she didn’t become the world's best she’d move on and continue her life, but Haiji and her were different people. She had to find a way to stop this.

But what can I do? I’m just one perso— and that’s when it hit her. She had the perfect plan.

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soulfungai · 3 months

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Synopsis: After a long day bickering with Trey, Tressa tries to rest, but the suspicion that someone is watching her is only fuelled by the noises within her dorm room that could only ever be caused or made by a human, and the breathing of someone else…

Contents: Paranoia, oc cameos: Ari, Rhyme (Monarch), Rhyme (Rosehearts)

Authors Note: So…I decided to make episode three today. Please enjoy it because I will start to relax and not post it as frequently as of now. As always, thanks to @cafekitsune for the dividers, and I hope you enjoy! Also, Rhyme Rosehearts is by @liviavanrouge !

Taglist: @394091238483 , @liviavanrouge

Word Count: 877

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Tressa could never understand him, he was always so…relaxed. So calm, did he not have a limit or something?

Whatever…he’s just a stupid guy anyway. She thought to herself, it’s been a few days since this whole thing started and the only thing she noticed that changed was the fact that she was thinking of Trey a lot more now. Why? She had no idea.

Why am I even thinking of him? He’s not even important— he doesn’t even matter! He’s just a stupid idi— I’m doing it again! No matter what she did, or what she thought of it always circled back to Trey. Why did she even care so much? He’s just a guy that doesn’t matter, he’s her rival— so why was she even thinking about him in the first place? It just didn’t make sense.

Her phone buzzes.

Monarch: Hey won’t be back till after the competition (for a school event), do you think you can take care of the school baking competition by yourself? If you can’t just ask someone else for help.

Tressa: Sure! What’s the event?

Monarch: It’s not an event actually I have to help with the clean up of some mess that happened at NBC.

Tressa: Okay

Great, now I have to take care of the competition by myself? Tressa thought, her day surely couldn’t get any worse. How could it?

Whatever, at least I can ask Ari for help…and just as Tressa thought it, her phone buzzes again.

Ari: I’m away for the week! Please take care, also tell Rhyme!!

Tressa: Why are you away? Also I’ll just tell both.

Ari: Overseas competition! K take careeee

Tressa: Bye I guess?

Tressa sighs, great, now her other friend has run off for some ‘overseas’ competition. About what anyway? Chess? Assassinations? The only two things that came to her head at least,

Whatever, I can handle the event. It was just a baking competition, how hard could it be? Just a few rules, make it look pretty— and the invites! Oh my gosh, she almost forgot about the invites. Luckily she remembered a week before the competition.

Tressa sat down at her desk and started writing away, who did she want to come to the event? She knew the girls had to be invited, what about some of the guys? Yeah…that worked.

Hmmmm…should I invite some students from NRC? Would that be pushing it? She thought to herself, maybe she shouldn’t. Why would they want to see her anyway?

“That’s right…” They would come. But not for her, for Trey.

Wait, am I thinking about him again? Just before Tressa could go on and on and ramble about how Trey sucked, she stopped herself. She almost circled back to Trey, again. What was she, obsessed? Or was she…

“I’ve gotta keep myself focused…” She mumbled to herself, and that’s what she did, and every now and then it circled back to Trey.

Eventually though, it got so quiet that she realized something, someone else was breathing.

But I’m the only one in my dorm room…she thought, she looked around her room, the paranoia slowly creeping in, as her eyes darted around the room, she remembered why she even called Trey, because she was being stalked. How could she even forget?

I swear if— what do I even do? What if they have a weapon…before she could start panicking, she stopped herself,

“It’s just paranoia…” She said before flicking through more papers and invite letters, yeah. Just paranoia, totally.

But soon what was ‘just paranoia’ became a very real threat. The breathing became more…noticeable and creaking noises from her closet were heard, it couldn’t be her door because it was shut tightly. Someone was in this room with her. But who? Why? Did she know this person?

What do they want with me? Do they like me? Are they obsessed? Or are they envious…maybe a fan of Trey? Maybe they’re mad that RSA keeps winning…but what would that have to do with me? As her mind raced, the breathing only got louder. Was this person trying to get noticed? Or maybe they weren’t that sneaky…it didn’t matter, there was still someone in her room.

All the evidence pointed to their hiding place, the closet. So Tressa slowly got up and walked as quietly as she could to the closet, and slowly opened it, of course she didn’t go empty handed, she went with her very, very sharp ruler.

“I’VE CAUGHT YOU STALKER!” And just before she delivered the blow, she stopped. Lara? Seriously? Why was she even in her closet? So she asked, “What the heck are you doing in my closet?!”

“Hiding.” Lara replied, she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

“From what!? You almost gave me a heart attack!” Tressa said while putting her hand to her chest.

“From you. I was stealing something from you and you came in, you’re not the nicest person y’know.” Lara said. Tressa sighed, she just dragged Lara out of the room and kicked her out. She sat back down at the table,

“Gosh, I can’t believe it. I really was just paranoid.” She sighs, then chuckles to herself.

Maybe I don’t have to worry.

She was safe, for now at least.

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