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06 HERO

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A routine that you have had for a couple of days now, was eating with Kyouka. You weren't too sure when this thing had started, but it wasn't unwelcome. You enjoyed her company, even if a lot of the time, you two just sat in silence and enjoyed each other's company.

You would usually wait at the same table each day for her, but today, she was nowhere to be found. It was strange to be eating alone—a little miserable—however, you just ended up using your phone. This place had really great internet and wifi, despite how many people didn't have their phones. You watched a few stories on Instagram, mostly of your previous classmates, and watched how they lived their lives in the outside world.

You suddenly felt isolated.

You were stuck in this strange place, with barely anybody you knew. You had accepted this fact a while ago, but it still felt strange. It was all so strange. There was loud, boisterous laughter, and you looked over to the table across from you, and you saw Pixie cut, sitting with a bunch of guys from her team, enjoying herself and their company. You don't catch yourself staring, at least, not until Pixie cut does, meeting your gaze and giving you a confused look.

You quickly snap your head away, looking down at your food and nibbling. A flush rises up your neck, and you close your eyes to try and block out the sound. It was loud—everything felt too loud—and suddenly it was like each of your nerves were pulsing in your head. 

I can't...—

A sudden touch on your shoulder makes you jolt back, almost flying off your seat and gaze lifting to see whoever it is. The first thing you see is their bright pink eyes, and then a head of long, shiny hair, and then...

It's... Chigiri. Why...?

You shouldn't be surprised, because probably, better than anyone in Blue Lock (because, despite your brief conversations, you do end up spending a lot of time with him whenever you two happen to meet at night when nobody else is around), you can see how much Chigiri sees things—and maybe, he can even see how you think.

He wordlessly takes a seat next to you, and you see his dish. Plain rice, with stir fry and water. You look at your food—a bowl of instant noodles with an egg, and a bowl of sliced strawberries with a packet of orange juice—and compare it to his. You pop half a strawberry in your mouth and chew, still looking at your phone. 

After you swallow, you look over at him, and see that he's staring at a dirty spot on the table with a fierce intensity—and something tells you he doesn't just really hate dirt. You purse your lips before speaking, "Do you... want some strawberries?"

His eyes quickly dart to yours', and he blinks owlishly in response. He looks confused that you'd ask him this, but regardless, he nods, and you nudge your head towards the bowl. He picks a half up, slowly and cautiously, then pops it into his mouth, slowly chewing. Then, his lips turn up, and he stares down at the fruit with a soft look.

"It's—been forever," he chews between the words, covering his mouth with his hand. "Since I had fruit."

You smile a little, eating a strawberry of your own, "As long as we request what we want the day before, we can get almost anything... even if it is taken out of our paycheck. If you'd like... I can ask for fruit for you. I wouldn't mind."

He shakes his head, and a long piece of his hair falls over his shoulder, "It's fine. I don't—"

"I wouldn't mind," you repeat, a little more forceful this time. He groans a little, looking to the wall opposite you, head turned so you couldn't see his face.