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frombloodandfire · 12 days ago

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Indigo [3]

A woman who tries to escape her past with no hope for the future, ends up on an unknown place playing childhood games to win. A man from her past happens to be there for the exact same reason. Will they escape their haunted pasts? Or they will end up dying in vain?

Warnings: heavy language, violence, depression, death

A/N: Frontman’s wife didn’t have a name so I named her! (flashbacks are written a bit differently!)

The knock at my door startled me, the sound jolting through the quiet chaos of my room. I rushed to answer, the weight of my exhaustion following me to the threshold.

"Girl, you have to stop studying until this hour. Thank God you've got me to look after you!" Yoon-suh stood there, a bag of food in her hands. She gave me a mock scolding look before pushing the bag into mine. "I figured you'd forget to eat, so I brought reinforcements."

I blinked, the unexpected gesture momentarily disarming me. "You really came all this way... for this?"

"Well, not just this." Her voice softened as she stepped inside and sat on the edge of my bed. The air shifted before she even spoke again. "I'm leaving. The day after tomorrow."

The words hit me like a slap. I stared at her, frozen, then slowly sank down beside her. "You what?" My voice cracked with disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Lyanna. I wanted to tell you earlier, but... everything happened so fast."

"But why?" My chest tightened as frustration bubbled up. "We said we'd spend half the year together before... before anything like this!"

"I know," she said, her tone tinged with guilt. "But there's been a change of plans. Family stuff. I'm heading back to Korea to finish my last year of high school. It's better for me. I miss home so much."

Her hand slid over mine, warm and steady. But I couldn't steady the ache growing in my chest. Yoon-suh wasn't just my best friend; she was my anchor. The first person I trusted. And now she was leaving.

"Don't worry, silly," she said, her voice teasing to lighten the mood. "We've got it all figured out. This time next year, we'll be in Seoul, celebrating your acceptance into university."

"Yeah, if I even pass..." I muttered, looking down at the scuffed floor.

"Shush! I said what I said." She squeezed my hand, her smile radiating pure confidence. "Don't get all melancholic at seventeen. What'll you do when you're thirty-five?"

I laughed—barely.

"Ly, you're the smartest person I know," she said, her tone more serious now. "If they don't pick you, then who will? You're meant for this."

Before I could respond, she pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me in one of her signature hugs. Tight, unshakable, like she could transfer her confidence to me.

"I'll see you in Seoul soon," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

I clung to her, the words heavy in my throat. "I'll miss you..."

She stepped back and looked at me, her expression full of certainty. "I always miss you when I'm not with you, Ly."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind the lingering scent of kimchi stew and the bittersweet warmth of her words.

They were now in the main room, sitting on the cold, hard floor. Silence clung to the air, suffocating and relentless. Most of them were trembling, some crying quietly, holding their knees to their chests like lost children. She sat next to Gi-Hun and the man who had saved him, directly across from Sang-Woo. Since the game ended, no one had spoken; they just stared at the ground, as if looking up would force them to face the reality of their survival.

"Sang-Woo..." Gi-Hun finally broke the silence. "Thank you." He turned to the other man. "You two saved my life..."

Sang-Woo had saved her too, but she didn't say a word. She didn't want to talk to him. At least... not now.

"I'm glad you're alive," answered the man beside Gi-Hun, his voice heavy with sincerity.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pink-suited soldiers entered the room. Those bastards. The man with the ddakji. She hated them all now. Every single one. If she could, she would kill them, make them feel even a fraction of the terror they had inflicted on her and everyone else.

"Congratulations on making it through the first game," the square-masked soldier said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Here are the results. Out of 456 players, 255 players were eliminated. 201 players have completed the first game."

Gasps echoed across the room. Two hundred and fifty-five people dead... for nothing? For a stupid game? These were human beings with lives, families, dreams. And they were slaughtered during a game?

A woman stumbled to the center of the room and screamed, "Sir! Forgive me! I will pay off my debts no matter what. I will pay back at all costs..." She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. "I have... a child. I haven't even named my baby yet, so I couldn't register the baby's birth. Please, let me live!"

Her cries sparked a chain reaction. Others joined her, begging and pleading with the soldiers for their right to live. Lyanna stood still, watching them, her stomach twisting.

"There must be a misunderstanding," the square-masked man continued, unfazed. "We are not here to harm you or collect your debts. Let me remind you: we are presenting you with an opportunity."

"An opportunity? You call this an opportunity?" a man shouted, his voice filled with rage. "You make us play a children's game, then kill us. How is this an opportunity?"

"We may be in debt, but that doesn't mean we deserve to die!"

"This is just a game," the square soldier explained. "They were eliminated for breaking the rules of the game. As long as you follow the rules, you will safely exit this place with the promised prize money."

Chaos erupted as the players shouted and demanded to leave. Fear and anger swirled in the room like a storm.

She thought about the clauses they'd agreed to before this nightmare began.

"Clause One: A player is not allowed to voluntarily quit the games."

But no one cared. They threatened to call the police, their desperation rising. The square guard fired a shot into the air, silencing the room instantly. Everyone dropped to their knees except for her and Sang-Woo.

"Clause Two," the soldier continued, his voice calm but chilling, "A player who refuses to play will be eliminated."

Yeah, but what about Clause Three? She remembered it clearly.

In the suffocating silence, Sang-Woo's voice rang out. "Clause Three of the consent form: The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Is that correct?" He stepped forward.

Classic Sang-Woo, always paying attention to the rules. She remembered the clause too but said nothing, clinging to the sliver of hope it offered.

"That is correct," the soldier said.

"Then let us take a vote. If the majority wishes to quit, you will have to let us go."

"As you wish," the square soldier agreed. "But before we vote... we will reveal the prize amount from the first game."

A giant piggy bank descended from the ceiling, and stacks of money tumbled into it. Her eyes, along with everyone else's, were drawn upward, watching the bloodstained cash fall like a cruel rain.

"Each player is worth 100 million won," the soldier announced. "A current total of 25.5 billion won has been accumulated in the piggy bank. If you quit the games now, the 25.5 billion won will be sent to the families of the eliminated players—100 million each. However, all of you will return home empty-handed."

Her stomach churned. 25.5 billion. Enough not just to pay off her debts but to leave this wretched country behind. To start fresh somewhere far away.

The begging woman spoke again. "Excuse me, if we make it through all six games... how much do we get?"

"There are 456 players," the soldier said. "The total is 45.6 billion won."

The announcement hung in the air like a spell. The vote began. They brought out a large box with two buttons: green for "Yes" to continue and red for "No" to quit.

The players stepped forward one by one. Gi-Hun voted first: red. No.

Then 453: green. Yes.

The votes came in, one after another. Red was leading until Sang-Woo.

Green. Yes.

Her jaw tightened. What the hell was he thinking? He had invoked Clause Three, given them hope and now he chose money over survival? She wanted to scream at him, but she didn't.

The votes continued. Green started winning. Tensions escalated as players argued and shouted, their desperation consuming them.

Finally, it was her turn. She felt Sang-Woo's eyes on her. She always could. For a moment, she hesitated. This could be her second chance, her escape. Or it could send her straight to her death.

Red. No.

Her vote tied the numbers.

The final vote came down to Player 001, the elderly man. He pressed the red button.

The "No's" had it.

Cheers erupted from those who wanted to leave, but she didn't join them. She stood motionless, her thoughts spiraling. What could her life have been with that money? Gi-Hun shook her arm, snapping her back to reality.

"If the majority of you wish to participate again," the square soldier warned, "we will resume the games. Goodbye, then."

Smoke filled the room before she could process his words. It clawed at her senses, dragging her into unconsciousness.

The next time she opened her eyes, she was half-naked, lying in the middle of a street with an eye mask on. The cold bit into her skin as disorientation clouded her mind.

"Fuck. Can someone untie me?" she groaned, wriggling against the bindings on her wrists.

"Lyanna?"

That voice. From all the people, it had to be him?

"Yes, it's me. Can you reach me?" she asked, her voice edged with frustration.

"Me too, sir, if you can!" came another voice, the man who had saved Gi-Hun earlier.

Sang-Woo freed her first, handing her clothes back with averted eyes, his movements respectful. She dressed quickly as he worked on untying the other man.

Why was he suddenly so considerate? Hours ago, he was ready to gamble with their lives in a death game.

"Sir, where are we?" the other man asked as he rubbed his freed wrists.

Sang-Woo glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. "Yeouido."

"Where exactly is Yeouido?"

"In the center of Seoul," Sang-Woo replied curtly.

"Do you have a phone, sir? Or miss? I want to make one call. Just one."

"Let me..." she offered, fumbling for her phone. She groaned. "Shit, I have no battery. Could my day get any worse?"

Sang-Woo pulled out his phone, but it refused to turn on. Of course.

While Sang-Woo headed into a local store to fix his phone, she and the other man sat near the corner, eating steaming bowls of ramyeon. The food did little to warm the cold knot in her chest.

Sang-Woo gave his phone to the man and he went to the other side of the store to speak. It was just the two of them now, her and Sang-Woo, after years apart. She tried not to look at him, but her resolve wavered. Finally, she glanced his way, only to find him already staring.

They held each other's gaze in silence, unspoken words thick in the air. She broke first, finishing her food in a rush and stepping outside. She couldn't handle it, not after years of trying to bury the past.

But he followed her. He lit a cigarette, the small glow a weak beacon in the dim night. It was their old habit. Whenever life fell apart, they'd share a smoke or ten, inhaling poison like it might cure the ache.

"Thank you, sir." the other man said, bowing politely. "Goodbye to both of you!"

"Wait," Sang-Woo called out, his voice firm. "Do you have money for the bus?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you live in Ansan. You couldn't even pay for the ramyeon. Do you have money for the bus?"

"I don't have money. I'll walk."

"There's no way you can walk all the way there. Forget about it!" she said, reaching for her wallet.

But Sang-Woo was faster. "Wait a bit and then take the bus." He handed the man some cash.

"I can't. I have no money. I can't pay you back."

"I won't ask you to. Just take it."

She stared at Sang-Woo, stunned. The kindness in his gesture reminded her of the man she used to know. The one who always wanted to help, even when he was drowning in his own mess. Why now? Why with a stranger?

"Thank you, sir!"

"I'm not your sir. Stop calling me that..."

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Take care." she said quietly as the man walked away, clutching the money like it was salvation.

She turned to Sang-Woo, her steps hesitant.

"You've changed..." he said after a while.

"You haven't," she shot back, a little too sharp.

That made him stop. He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Haven't I?"

She met his gaze, refusing to back down. "The Sang-Woo I knew wouldn't have risked his life for money. At least the old one."

"And the Lyanna I knew wouldn't have let herself get in debt." he countered, his voice low.

Her breath hitched. He wasn't wrong, but the words stung anyway. She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check.

"I had no choice," she murmured.

"Neither did I." he stopped talking for a while. They kept walking, the distance between them shrinking with every step. The night air was cool against her skin, but she felt flushed, her chest tight with emotions she couldn't name.

"Where do you live?" he finally asked.

"I didn't move." she answered.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"I think I remember how to walk now, thanks."

"I'm talking about your safety."

"Why do you care?" She stopped and stared at him, her voice sharp. That question hit him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off. "You saved me in the game. And I'm grateful, but why?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Sang-Woo..."

"It's too late for this conversation. Maybe another day..."

"Another day? What another day? In prison? At our funerals? When?"

Her words stabbed at him, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you in debt, Lyanna? You were the most logical person I knew. What were you doing in the games in general?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Fine. Neither do I."

"Always stubborn, aren't you?"

He stopped again and turned to face her. The frustration in his voice gave way to something softer, something more vulnerable. "Seriously? Stubborn? I asked if you wanted help. You don't? That's fine. Let's just go back to our miserable lives. Don't tell me anything about it. It's not like we'll meet again..."

"Yoon-Suh was sick. Very sick. And with a child," she admitted, her tone serious. "In-Ho didn't have the money, and we all searched for a way. One day, he disappeared. We couldn't reach him, and her condition got worse. I panicked and got scammed because I tried to find the moeny to save her. I lost both my best friend and all the money I had. That happened one year after you left."

Sang-Woo felt like the ground had shifted beneath him, his expression unreadable. She was alone. For years, she'd faced loss after loss, with no one to comfort her, no one to share the burden.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Sorry doesn't fix anything, but its my miserable life anyway..."

He hesitated, then reached out, his hand hovering near hers. She stared at it, her breath catching in her throat. "I know," he said. "But it's all I have."

For a moment, she considered pulling away, letting the distance between them grow again. But then her hand moved, almost of its own accord, brushing against his.

It was such a small thing, barely a touch, but it felt like a lifeline.

They stood there in the middle of the empty street, the city lights casting a soft glow around them. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with everything they couldn't say.

"So I guess our paths end here?" he hated the sound of it.

She would curse herself later for asking this but had no choice. She couldn't walk home alone in the dead of night. "Would you... would you mind walking home with me?"

And that's what they did. The two of them retraced a familiar path, the same one they'd walked together so many times, fifteen years ago.

The city lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows. They didn't speak again, the silence between them filled with memories and regret. Sang-Woo carried the weight of changing her true colors ever since he left her, how he failed her, while she clung to the dreams she'd never have.

As they approached her building, she paused, turning to face him. "Thanks for walking me home," she said, her voice quieter now.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Anytime."

She hesitated, then reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Sang-Woo... I mean it. Thank you."

He looked down at her hand, then back up at her, his eyes dark and searching. "Take care of yourself, Lyanna."

"You too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she stepped inside, she glanced back one last time. He was still there, watching her, his figure framed by the dim light of the streetlamp. The weight of her words pressed down on him, heavier than ever, thinking if this was really their last meeting ever, or maybe a second chance for a ruined past.

My father had died. Six days later, the results of my exams came in.

I couldn't get out of bed. My world felt like it had caved in, swallowing every shred of energy I had left. The house was silent, empty, and cold. There was no one to take care of me, no one to take care of the house. But I had to know. This was supposed to be my way out, my one chance to climb out of this suffocating darkness.

With trembling hands, I forced myself up and dragged my feet to the mailbox outside the house. My breath fogged in the cold air, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at the box as if it were some joke.

Among the condolences and formal letters offering pity, I saw it—a thick envelope, the kind that screamed "good news."

I held it in my hands, my heartbeat racing.

University of Seoul.

I tore it open, barely able to breathe.

I got in.

I fucking got in.

My knees buckled, but I managed to stumble back into the house, clutching the letter like a lifeline. The tears welled up before I could stop them, but I didn't care. My fingers fumbled to pick up the phone, and I dialed the number that had been etched into my heart since I was seven.

"I GOT IN!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

"YOU ACTUALLY DID?" Yoon-Suh's voice erupted from the other end, her excitement spilling over in a flurry of joyous words. "I KNEW you could! Oh my god, Lyanna, I'm so happy for you. I'll finally see you again—I'm so, so proud!"

She was crying. I could hear it in the way her voice wavered, in the way she tried to steady herself.

"Start packing and come here as soon as you can," she continued, her words rushing out as though she couldn't say them fast enough. "You're perfect—your Korean is flawless, you're the perfect student, and now you've got the perfect opportunity. Forget everything there. You'll make a new start. You'll see, you'll fall in love with Seoul."

"I can't even talk—" My voice caught in my throat. "I just—I just wanted to tell you as soon as I read it."

"See you soon, love!" she said, her laughter mixing with her tears, and then the line went dead.

I stood there for a moment, the phone still pressed to my ear, as the reality began to sink in.

I was finally making my dream come true.

University. A new start. Opportunities. Seoul—a city Yoon-Suh had painted in my mind like a living dream since we were children. A language I'd poured myself into learning because I'd wanted to be there, to live there, ever since she came into my life.

But then my gaze fell on the stack of condolence letters I'd left on the table.

And I remembered.

I remembered how much my father had wanted to see me in university. How he had believed in me, supported me. How, in his last days, I had been too busy—too consumed by studying—to be with him.

The letter crumpled in my hands as a sob tore through my chest.

I cried for him, for the loss that would never stop aching. But amid the grief, a small, fragile seed of happiness bloomed.

This dream was his dream too.

And I promised myself I wouldn't let it slip away.

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velting · 2 months ago

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Blood Lock

CHAPTER 1

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⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⚠️

!ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. And reminder that this takes place in a COLLEGE CAMPUS!! where all the characters are ABOVE 18 and older!!!

⚠️ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ⚠️

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*CHOO!! CHOO!!*

“ALL ABOARD!! NEXT STOP! AKITA CITY!!”

The loud train whistled one last time, a piercing sound that echoed across the platform before it surged forward on the tracks, chugging away toward its next destination, a journey eagerly anticipated by the residents aboard. The rhythmic clatter of wheels against the rails created a comforting backdrop, a familiar melody for those who frequently traveled this route.

Inside the train, each passenger settled into their own cubicle, a cozy little enclave that provided a sense of privacy amidst the bustling crowd. Conversations flowed easily as friends caught up, laughter mingling with the occasional exchange of stories, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and relaxation. It was the kind of journey that invited leisurely chats and quiet reflections, allowing everyone to unwind and savor the moment.

In the far corner of the back cubicle sat two cousins, their presence a comforting familiarity amidst the sea of strangers. They occupied their own little world, seated parallel to each other, lost in their thoughts. The older cousin, with tousled hair and a weary expression, gazed out the window with tired eyes, the weight of the day evident in his features. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his fingers lightly drumming against the table as he blinked against the blur of colors outside.

As the train sped along, he watched the landscape shift and transform, a vivid tapestry that reflected the changing seasons. The brilliant greens of summer gave way to the warm hues of autumn, leaves fluttering gently to the ground as if performing a final dance before winter's chill. Each passing tree and field told a story, a reminder of the fleeting beauty of nature. The older cousin felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him, a bittersweet acknowledgment that time was slipping away, much like the scenery racing by outside the window.

While he was immersed in his vivid imagination, the younger cousin, Miyazaki, couldn’t contain her joy. With a bright smile stretching across her face, she carefully took off her glasses, exhaling softly to create a playful fog on the lenses. As she wiped them with her favorite handkerchief embroidered with tiny flowers she felt a warm rush of excitement.

This was her moment, stepping into a new chapter of her life, and the train was taking her to a world filled with endless possibilities. The thought of experiencing college alongside her cousin filled her with glee, and she couldn’t wait to see what adventures awaited her.

“Did you pack everything you need?” Ruka asked, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the train window, the blur of trees and fields reflecting the changing seasons. Miyazaki, momentarily pulled from her daydream, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yup! I packed all the essentials for my first day of college!” she declared proudly, as if stars were beginning to twinkle around her, illuminating her excitement.

Ruka nodded in acknowledgment, still keeping his eyes closed as he relaxed into the rhythmic sway of the train. “Even your... y'know?” he inquired, his tone casual yet curious. Miyazaki’s response was immediate and confident; she gave a firm nod, her hair bouncing slightly with the motion. “Mhm! It’s in the other suitcase, along with all of my outfits!”

Once she finished cleaning her glasses, she slipped them back on, instantly regaining her clear view of the world outside. A wide smile spread across her face as she gazed at the changing landscape, marveling at the vibrant colors of autumn leaves and the golden hues of the fields. “I love the changing view of the season,” she said softly, her heart swelling with anticipation for the journey ahead. The train continued to chug along, carrying them both toward their dreams, each mile bringing them closer to new experiences and cherished memories.

“Hmm,” he murmured thoughtfully, pausing for a moment as he considered his next words. With a deliberate movement, he opened his eyes and straightened his posture, turning to face his cousin with an expression that was both serious and concerned.

“Why did you agree to come here, Miyazaki? You know you could've chosen a school in Europe, right? Those institutions are where most of the elites study these days. Or what about North America? The U.S. or Canada would’ve been a much better fit if you’re pursuing athletic programs. Why Blue Lock?” His voice carried an edge of worry, a reflection of the depth of his concern for her choices. All she did in response was shrug, her demeanor casual.

“I got a scholarship here, and it’s in Japan,” she replied, her tone brightening as she held up her fingers to emphasize her points. “I don’t have to be in a different country to learn, you know? Plus, I can be closer to my family!” Her enthusiasm was palpable, a stark contrast to his serious demeanor.

“But you live in Kyoto—”

He began, trying to articulate his point, but his words were abruptly cut off when Miyazaki’s phone buzzed with a notification. Her face lit up with excitement as she checked her messages, her earlier concerns forgotten in an instant. “Ah! It’s Yo-kun!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with giddiness. “He and Karasu-senpai are already at their dorms! I told you we should’ve gone yesterday to set up our dorms!” She complained animatedly to her cousin, her fingers flying across the screen as she quickly typed a reply to her best friend, completely absorbed in her own world.

“Yo-kun and Karasu-Senpai?” Miyazaki raised an eyebrow at Ruka’s words, a playful smile spreading across her face as she threw in a silly wink. “They’re my best friends who also went to Blue Lock!” Ruka couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her enthusiasm. “Of course they are,” he huffed, exasperation creeping into his voice.

However, a nagging thought began to form in his mind, one that made his heart race slightly. “Miyazaki, do you know what they are?” he asked, turning to her with a concerned expression, his brow furrowed in worry. Miyazaki tilted her head, her confusion evident as she looked back at him. “Are what? My friends?”

Ruka shook his head slowly, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “No, I meant… Nevermind…” He sighed heavily, his gaze drifting toward the foggy window beside them. The condensation distorted his reflection, creating a blurry image that mirrored his muddled thoughts. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the swirling doubts. Blinking away his frustrations, he realized just how daunting the task ahead of him felt.

Looking after his cousin on this unpredictable campus was going to be a challenge, especially with the lurking dangers that seemed to be woven into the very fabric of their surroundings. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he contemplated the responsibility resting on his shoulders, knowing that he had to protect her from whatever threats might arise.

She smiled after putting away her phone and looked out the window with her cousin, Ruka on the other hand had to make sure she didn't forget about the rules he set up for his cousin when they reached their destination. “Did you remember what I said? One, don't-”

His words were cut off by his cousin's pout and begin to retell the same rules he told her about. “Yes, yes! I know about the rules! Don't get attached to any guys on campus! Don't leave your dorm at around 10, don't let anyone in the dorm that you don't know, no parties, never whistle at night, keep my windows locked. Always make sure to let you know where I am. And you told me specifically to never be near this man named Kaiser. Honestly Ruka, I Don't know why you're putting up such barzen rules? Why act so paranoid about such useless stuff? It's as if I'm going to be dead or something?” She rested her chin on her hand as she looked at her cousin.

Ruka just looked out the window again, “Because it's safer than sorry Miyazaki, you haven't been on this campus long enough to know what lurks, just…. Listen to me for once and you'll be safe.” He sighs but all Miyazaki did was roll her eyes.

“Also one more thing,” Ruka spoke again. “All girls are recommended to stay in dorms while they're on their cycle. Mandatory even… and if you have a wound then it's best to cover it up, no one wants to see blood on that campus.” He retorted. Miyazaki didn’t say much. He said that for the past four days and He Wouldn't explain the reason to it. Maybe hygiene reasons? She doubted that, but maybe that took their percutaneous extreme and wanted the woman on that campus to feel safe? Still, she doesn't know so she can't get an answer without knowing fully.

She sighs again, exhaustion taking over her mind. Looking at her phone she scrolls through her phone apps before getting a call from her father. “Oh!” This was it she got up from her seat and was head to the nearest restroom on board.

“I'll be back! I'm going to speak with my dad on the phone here!” She said with a smile. Ruka just glanced without moving and went back to Looking out the window. “Kay, just don't get yourself lost.” He spoke, smiling as she left him to finally have a moment for himself. He looked back to make sure his cousin was a good distance before entering the restroom on board.

He took out his phone and begin to text a close friend of his. After a few words of exchange, he got a phone call from his father… looking at the number for a few more seconds before canceling it “Screw off old man…”

He sighs before turning off his phone and leaning his head on the booth seat.

Meanwhile after finishing up and doing her business, she made her way back to her seat, crossing down the Aisle. She felt a bump on her shoulder and quickly apologized. “My I'm sorry for bumping into you!” She quickly spoke out, adjusting her glasses. She Looked ahead and saw a male with deep blue hair, and a lot shorter than her.

“Oh, there's no need! It was my fault I should've looked where I was going!” He quoted at note. Looking ahead he saw a tall female roughly the same age as him, he could help but turn red from her appearance at sight.

“Ah! It's no biggie! We make common mistakes! I'm Miyazaki by the way! What's yours?” She stroked up a conversation with the male. Hoping that they would be aQuantive, he smiled in response.

Miyazaki extended her hand cheerfully, her easygoing nature making the interaction feel natural. The young man, momentarily flustered, took her hand in a hesitant shake.

“Isagi… Isagi Yoichi,” he said, his voice tinged with shyness.

“Nice to meet you, Isagi-kun!” Miyazaki beamed, her heterochromatic eyes catching the light as she adjusted her glasses again. “Are you heading to Blue Lock Academy, too?”

Yoichi's expression shifted slightly, his smile remaining but with an almost imperceptible edge. “Yeah, I’m actually in my second year. It’s a… unique campus, that’s for sure,” he replied cryptically. He glanced past her shoulder for a brief moment, as though checking for something—or someone.

“Second year? Oh, then maybe you can show me around!” Miyazaki’s enthusiasm was infectious, but Yoichi's gaze darkened for the briefest moment before his grin widened.

“I’d be happy to,” he said, though something about his tone sent a faint chill down her spine. Before she could dwell on it, Ruka’s voice cut through the growing tension.

“Miya.” His tone was firm, drawing both her and Yoichi's attention. Ruka was standing in the aisle now, his red eyes locking onto Yoichi with an intensity that made the younger man falter. “We need to get back to our seats. The train will be stopping soon.”

“Oh, right!” Miyazaki turned back to Yoichi with a sheepish smile. “Guess I should go. It was nice meeting you, Isagi-kun! Maybe I’ll see you around campus?”

“Yeah… maybe,” Yoichi murmured, his smile still in place as he watched her retreat down the aisle, Ruka following closely behind.

Once they were seated, Ruka didn’t waste a second. “What did I just tell you about talking to random guys?” he muttered, his voice low but sharp.

“Oh, come on, Ruka! He was just being nice,” Miyazaki protested, crossing her arms.

“That wasn’t just being nice,” Ruka countered, his crimson eyes narrowing. “He was looking at you like… never mind. Just be careful, okay?”

Miyazaki huffed but didn’t argue further, instead turning her gaze to the window again. Outside, the golden hues of the countryside began to give way to the muted grays of a more urban landscape, signaling that their destination was drawing closer. The rhythmic clatter of the train seemed to grow louder in Ruka’s ears as he leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing in thought.

His cousin had no idea what awaited her.

Ruka exhaled heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. He had been so careful to shield her all these years, to keep her far from the truths that lurked in the shadows. Yet here she was, barreling straight into the one place he had hoped to avoid at all costs: Blue Lock Academy.

His mind raced, a torrent of worries swirling. How would he protect her on this campus? With so many predatory eyes already drawn to her—like that Yoichi kid, who couldn’t stop staring—it felt like he was leading her into a den of wolves. And then there was Kaiser. That damn blond had a reputation that made even Ruka’s blood boil. Would she even listen to him if she knew the truth? Could she handle knowing?

“Ruka?” Miyazaki’s voice cut through his thoughts, bright and clear. She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head as she peered at him over her glasses. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at nothing for, like, five minutes.”

Ruka blinked, momentarily thrown off by the interruption. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” he replied, waving her off with a halfhearted smile.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Miyazaki narrowed her mint-green and lavender eyes at him. “You’ve got your ‘brooding face’ on again. You only do that when you’re stressed. Is it about me?”

Ruka sighed, leaning his head against the window. “It’s not just about you, Miya,” he admitted, though the way he avoided her gaze made it clear she wasn’t wrong. “I’m just… thinking.”

“Well, you better stop thinking so hard. I don’t want you burning out before we even get there,” she teased lightly, nudging his leg with her foot under the table. “Come on, what’s on your mind? Spill.”

He hesitated for a moment, the weight of unspoken words pressing against his chest. But before he could answer, the conductor’s voice boomed over the intercom:

“Attention passengers, we are approaching our next stop: Blue Lock Academy Station. Please ensure your belongings are secure and prepare to disembark. We’ll be arriving shortly.”

Miyazaki perked up instantly, her earlier concern forgotten as she turned her attention back to the window. “Oh my gosh, Ruka, look!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.

Ruka glanced out the window and felt his stomach knot.

There it was—the sprawling, imposing campus of Blue Lock Academy, its silhouette dominating the skyline like a fortress. The main building loomed ahead, its architecture an unsettling blend of old-world grandeur and modern precision. Tall spires and arched windows gave it the appearance of a palace, but there was something cold and forbidding about its design. The surrounding grounds stretched for miles, lined with perfectly manicured hedges and iron gates that seemed to warn against entry rather than welcome it.

“It looks like a castle!” Miyazaki said, her voice brimming with excitement. She pressed her hands against the glass, her breath fogging it slightly as she admired the view. “This is where we’re going to live? It’s so fancy! I can’t believe it’s real.”

Ruka’s eyes narrowed as he studied the campus. While Miyazaki saw beauty, all he could see were dangers lurking in every shadow, behind every ornate window. The place had a heartbeat of its own, one that he could feel pulsing through the glass—dark, ancient, and hungry.

“You say ‘fancy,’ I say unsettling,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat with a frustrated sigh.

Miyazaki turned to him, frowning slightly. “Come on, Ruka, don’t be such a downer! This is supposed to be exciting! I mean, look at it. This place has history written all over it. It’s like something out of a fairytale.”

“Yeah,” Ruka muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as his gaze lingered on the gothic spires. “A fairytale with monsters.”

“What was that?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “Just… be careful when we get there, okay? This place isn’t what it seems.”

Miyazaki rolled her eyes but smiled at him nonetheless. “You’ve been saying that since we got on the train. Relax, Ruka. It’s just a school. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Ruka didn’t answer, choosing instead to stare out the window again. He knew the answer, but it wasn’t one she was ready to hear. Not yet.

As the train began to slow, the towering gates of Blue Lock Academy came into full view, their wrought-iron design twisting into intricate patterns that seemed almost alive. Miyazaki felt a thrill run down her spine as she grabbed her bags, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. Ruka, on the other hand, tightened his grip on the strap of his duffel bag, his expression darkening.

“Here we go,” he muttered under his breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

As they stepped off the train, the crisp autumn air greeted them, carrying with it the faint, coppery scent of something that didn’t belong. Ruka felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Miyazaki, oblivious, took a deep breath and smiled.

“This is going to be amazing,” she said, her voice full of hope.

Ruka didn’t respond, but in his heart, he knew the truth: This was going to be anything but amazing.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“Hmm….” With a piercing gaze that seemed to slice through the dim light, she looked down at the train as it thundered into the tunnel. The rhythmic clanking of the tracks echoed around her, a metallic symphony that matched the quickening beat of her heart. Each jolt and rumble reverberated through her, reminding her of the journey ahead.

As she lifted her eyes, the sky transformed before her, a canvas splashed with vibrant hues of pink and orange. The sunset painted a breathtaking backdrop, signaling the transition from day to evening, and casting a warm glow over the world. She couldn’t help but hum a soft tune, a melody that seemed to dance in the air, mingling with the sounds of the city

Rising from her spot, she walked with purpose toward the sidewalk, the familiar path leading her to the train station. The anticipation bubbled within her, a tingling sensation that hinted at possibility. In her mind, she contemplated the year ahead, filled with dreams and aspirations.

“I wonder who I’ll meet?” she mused, closing her eyes briefly as she walked, allowing herself to be swept away by the gentle breeze. The path stretched out before her, and with each step, she felt a sense of adventure brewing, leading her closer to her destination and the encounters that awaited her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The towering gates of Blue Lock Academy stood before them, wrought iron twisted into intricate designs that gave an almost regal impression. The stone pillars flanking the gates were aged, with creeping ivy curling along their surfaces, and above, the academy’s insignia glinted in the sunlight, a bold testament to its prestige. Beyond the gates, the sprawling campus unfolded like something out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on perspective. The main building rose in the distance, its towering spires and ornate architecture resembling a palace rather than a school.

Miyazaki’s gaze darted across the scene, her eyes wide with wonder. “This place… It’s massive,” she murmured, tilting her head to take in the soaring heights of the campus walls. Her voice carried a mix of awe and nervousness, the kind of feeling one gets when standing on the precipice of something unknown.

Ruka, walking slightly ahead, let out a quiet grunt, his expression unreadable. “Massive doesn’t begin to cover it,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes sweeping the grounds with a sharp, almost predatory awareness. Every shadow, every movement, seemed to hold his attention, his focus unrelenting.

As they crossed the threshold, passing beneath the iron gates, a strange hum filled the air—soft but undeniable, like the low vibration of a tuning fork. Miyazaki paused mid-step, her brow furrowing as she glanced around. “Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ruka didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his eyes flicked toward the gates behind them. He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and started walking again, his steps faster, more purposeful. “It’s nothing. Just keep moving.”

Miyazaki frowned but followed, lugging her oversized suitcases behind her. The cobblestone path beneath their feet seemed to stretch endlessly, lined with towering oaks whose branches swayed gently in the breeze. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and something faintly metallic that she couldn’t quite place. It made her stomach twist, though she wasn’t sure why.

Then came the voices. High-pitched, excited, and growing louder by the second.

“Ruka-kun! Is that you?”

“It really is him!”

“Ruka! Over here!”

Miyazaki barely had time to process what was happening before a crowd of girls descended upon them, materializing out of nowhere like a pack of wolves spotting their prey. They surrounded Ruka in an instant, their faces glowing with adoration as they chattered and giggled, each vying for his attention.

“Ruka-kun, you look amazing today!”

“Are you free later? Maybe we can study together!”

“Do you remember me? We met at the mixer last month!”

Miyazaki froze, staring at the scene in disbelief. She’d always known her cousin was popular—his looks, his charisma, his effortless charm made him the center of attention wherever he went—but this? This was ridiculous.

Ruka, ever the smooth talker, handled the situation with ease. He offered a polite smile, his voice warm and disarming. “Ladies, it’s good to see you all. I appreciate the welcome.”

The girls only seemed to grow more fervent, pressing closer to him with starry-eyed expressions. Miyazaki felt a twinge of irritation bubbling up inside her. She rolled her eyes, letting out a deliberate, exaggerated cough to cut through the noise. “Ahem.”

The sound was sharp enough to draw attention, and the fangirls turned to look at her, their expressions shifting in an instant. Where there had been adoration moments ago, there was now thinly veiled hostility. Their eyes raked over her, taking in every detail, from her glasses to her hair, as if assessing a rival.

“Ruka-kun, who’s she?” one of them asked, her tone dripping with suspicion.

Another crossed her arms, her lip curling. “Is she your girlfriend or something?”

Before Miyazaki could respond, Ruka placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but grounding. “No, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said, his tone steady and calm. “This is my cousin, Miyazaki. She just transferred here, and I’m helping her get settled.”

The fangirls didn’t even try to mask their disdain. One of them forced a smile, her tone sickly sweet. “Oh, how nice of you to help her.” The others muttered amongst themselves, their voices low but audible enough to catch snippets like, “She doesn’t look that special,” and, “Why is he wasting time on her?”

Miyazaki’s irritation spiked, but she managed to keep her composure. Barely. She forced a tight-lipped smile, adjusting her glasses. “It’s nice to meet you all,” she said curtly, though the underlying sarcasm was hard to miss.

Ruka, seemingly oblivious to the tension, turned back to the girls with his signature charm. “I’d love to catch up with all of you later, but I’ve got a lot to do right now. I need to help Miyazaki get to her dorm, pick up her uniform and schedule, and show her around campus.”

The girls pouted in unison, their disappointment palpable. “But Ruka-kun,” one of them whined, “can’t you stay for just a little while?”

“Sorry, ladies,” Ruka said with an apologetic smile. “Family comes first.”

Reluctantly, the group began to disperse, though not without casting a few lingering glares in Miyazaki’s direction. One of them even brushed past her intentionally, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “lucky brat.”

Miyazaki clenched her teeth, her hands tightening around the handles of her suitcases. “Unbelievable,” she muttered as they walked away. She turned to Ruka, her voice sharp. “Do they always act like that around you?”

Ruka shrugged, unbothered. “Pretty much.”

“Well, Mr. Popular, maybe you should teach your fan club some manners,” Miyazaki snapped. “The way they looked at me was ridiculous.”

“They’re harmless,” Ruka said, his tone dismissive as he grabbed one of her bags to help her out. “Besides, you’ll get used to it.”

Miyazaki let out a frustrated sigh, glaring at the retreating figures of the fangirls. As they made their way further into the campus, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that this was only the beginning of her frustrations. For all its grandeur, Blue Lock Academy already felt like it was going to test her patience—and not just because of the classes.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The girls’ dormitory stood at the far edge of the campus, a towering structure with gothic arches and ivy trailing down its stone facade. The building exuded a certain elegance, its windows glinting in the golden afternoon sun. Miyazaki’s steps faltered slightly as she approached, her gaze sweeping up the sheer height of the place. It was beautiful, but also a bit intimidating—like everything else at Blue Lock Academy.

Ruka walked beside her, effortlessly carrying two of her heavier suitcases. His expression remained unreadable, though the occasional glances he cast around the area suggested his ever-present vigilance. “This is it,” he said, nodding toward the grand double doors ahead.

Before Miyazaki could raise a hand to knock, the doors swung open with surprising precision. Standing in the doorway was a striking young woman with long, glossy black hair cascading down her back. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with warmth, and her crisp uniform was adorned with an armband bearing the academy’s insignia. There was an air of authority about her, though her bright smile softened her otherwise commanding presence.

“Miss Sanzuku?” the girl asked, her voice lilting and cheerful.

Miyazaki blinked in surprise before stepping forward. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“Perfect timing! We’ve been expecting you,” the girl said, her smile widening. She extended a hand, which Miyazaki hesitantly shook. “I’m Akiko Moriyama, the dorm president. If you ever need anything or have any questions, you can come to me. I’m here to make sure your transition is as smooth as possible.”

Miyazaki nodded, offering a small smile in return. “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you.”

Akiko’s gaze shifted briefly to Ruka, and her smile took on a slightly more curious edge. “And you must be her brother?”

“Cousin,” Ruka corrected smoothly, his tone polite but distant. He shifted the bags in his hands slightly, giving Akiko a brief nod. “I’m just helping her settle in.”

“Ah, how kind of you,” Akiko replied, though her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary. She quickly turned back to Miyazaki, her demeanor bright once more. “Anyway, let me show you to your room. You’ll be sharing it with another girl—she’s very nice, so I’m sure you’ll get along.”

Miyazaki felt a small pang of apprehension at the mention of a roommate. Sharing a space with someone new was always a gamble. Still, she nodded and followed as Akiko gestured for them to come inside.

The dormitory interior was just as grand as the exterior, with high ceilings and polished wooden floors that gleamed under the light of ornate chandeliers. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, and the distant hum of voices suggested the presence of other students somewhere beyond the main hall.

“This building is home to all the female students,” Akiko explained as they walked down a corridor lined with identical wooden doors. “Each room is designed to accommodate two people, and they come fully furnished. Curfew is at ten, though exceptions can be made for special events or late study sessions.”

“Got it,” Miyazaki said, her eyes scanning the hallway. Everything was so pristine and orderly, it almost felt unreal.

They stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall. Akiko pulled a key from her pocket and handed it to Miyazaki. “This will be your room. Your roommate should be back shortly, so you’ll have a chance to meet her soon.”

Miyazaki took the key, the cool metal feeling heavy in her hand. She glanced at Ruka, who set her bags down beside the door with practiced ease. “Thanks for the help,” she murmured, feeling a flicker of gratitude amidst her nerves.

Ruka gave her a small nod. “You’ll be fine,” he said simply, though his eyes lingered on her face as if assessing her resolve.

Akiko stepped back, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. “Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. If you need anything, my room is the one with the red ribbon on the door. Welcome to Blue Lock, Miyazaki!”

Miyazaki managed a smile as Akiko turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing softly down the hall. Turning back to the door, she slid the key into the lock and pushed it open. The room beyond was cozy and inviting, with two neatly made beds, a pair of desks, and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. A few personal touches—posters, books, and a colorful throw blanket—indicated that her roommate had already made herself at home.

“Well,” Ruka said, his voice breaking the silence, “it’s not bad.”

Miyazaki nodded, stepping inside and surveying the space. It wasn’t what she was used to, but it wasn’t terrible either. “Yeah, it’ll do.”

Ruka lingered in the doorway, his expression softening slightly. “If anything comes up, call me. I’ll be nearby.”

“I’ll be fine,” Miyazaki assured him, though the faint quiver in her voice betrayed her nerves.

He gave her one last look, his gaze steady and reassuring, before turning to leave. As the door clicked shut behind him, Miyazaki exhaled slowly, setting her bags down and taking a moment to absorb her new reality. Blue Lock was nothing like she’d imagined—and she had the distinct feeling it was only just the beginning.

Miyazaki knelt beside her bed, carefully folding a stack of shirts before sliding them into the bottom drawer of her dresser. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the window, casting warm golden hues across the room. She had just finished arranging her desk with a few knickknacks—a small photo of her family, her basketball trophy, and a notebook for jotting down thoughts—when the door creaked open behind her.

Startled, she turned to see a tall figure stepping into the room, lugging a large duffel bag over one shoulder. The girl paused, her dull violet eyes landing on Miyazaki, and for a moment, the two stared at each other in silence.

The newcomer was striking in an unconventional way. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the messy yet soft texture of her black ombré hair, which faded into a silvery white at the ends. Dark circles framed her eyes, giving her a slightly tired look, and a small mole beneath the left side of her mouth added an elegant touch to her otherwise subdued features. Despite her somewhat unkempt appearance, she carried herself with an air of quiet confidence.

"Uh, hi," Miyazaki ventured, offering a tentative smile. She rose to her feet, brushing her hands on her jeans. "You must be my roommate."

The girl blinked, her expression softening slightly as she set her bag down by the other bed. “Yeah. Name’s Hitomi Kurosawa,” she said, her voice low and soft, though there was an edge of politeness to it. She glanced around the room, taking in the arrangement with a slight nod. “Looks like you’ve already made yourself at home.”

“I tried,” Miyazaki said with a small laugh. “I’m Miyazaki Sanzuku. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same,” Hitomi replied, pulling off her bag and setting it on the bed. She unzipped it and began pulling out clothes and books, organizing them with an almost mechanical efficiency. “Sorry if I seem a little out of it. It’s been a long day.”

“No worries.” Miyazaki stepped back to give her space but couldn’t help her curiosity. “So, uh… are you new here too?”

Hitomi glanced at her and nodded her head. “First year. But I don’t spend much time around the dorms. I’m usually in the library or working on projects.” Her tone was matter-of-fact but not dismissive. “What about you? First time at Blue Lock?”

“Yeah,” Miyazaki admitted, her smile turning sheepish. “It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest. Everything’s so… intense.”

Hitomi let out a soft chuckle as she hung up a jacket in her wardrobe. “You’re not wrong. Blue Lock doesn’t do ‘normal.’ But you get used to it after a while.” She paused, then turned to face Miyazaki fully. “If you need help navigating anything, just let me know. I don’t mind showing you the ropes.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” Miyazaki said, feeling a flicker of relief. “You seem pretty chill. I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”

Hitomi raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “That’s good to hear. Most people think I’m too quiet or, uh…” She gestured vaguely at her dark circles. “...gloomy.”

Miyazaki waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, you’re cool. Honestly, I like the low-key vibe. It’s refreshing.”

Hitomi chuckled again, a genuine sound this time. “Well, that’s a first.” She sat on the edge of her bed and folded her hands in her lap. “Anyway, let’s get a few things straight about the dorm rules. Nothing too strict, but they’re important.”

“Shoot,” Miyazaki said, sitting cross-legged on her own bed and leaning forward.

Hitomi ticked off points on her fingers. “Curfew is at ten. No exceptions unless you have a written pass from a professor or event coordinator. Noise levels need to stay low after eight, especially in the hallways. No guys allowed in the dorm building. And if you see anything suspicious, report it immediately to Akiko or one of the dorm aides. I'm sure she explained everything to you but I'm just making sure you got everything”

Miyazaki nodded, taking mental notes. “Got it. Sounds fair.”

“Good,” Hitomi said, her tone softening slightly. “It’s mostly for safety. Blue Lock attracts all kinds of people, and while most are fine, there are a few… outliers.”

“Outliers?” Miyazaki tilted her head, curiosity piqued.

Hitomi’s expression darkened briefly, though not unkindly. “You’ll see. Just… be careful who you trust. Not everyone here has the best intentions.”

Miyazaki frowned but nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

The tension eased as Hitomi leaned back slightly, brushing her hair out of her face. “Anyway, what brings you here? You look more like a regular high schooler than most of the people who end up at Blue Lock.”

Miyazaki chuckled nervously. “Long story short? Basketball. I’ve been playing for years, and this place seemed like the next big step.”

Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly, and she nodded in approval. “Makes sense. You’ve got the build for it. Tall, athletic… I’d bet you’re pretty good.”

“Thanks,” Miyazaki said, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “What about you? What’s your thing?”

Hitomi shrugged. “Academics, mostly. My cousin’s the real standout in the family. You’ve probably heard of him—Nagi Seishiro.”

Miyazaki blinked, surprised. “Wait, Nagi? As in the Nagi? The lazy genuis?”

Hitomi rolled her eyes, though there was a trace of affection in her exasperation. “Yeah, that’s him. Don’t let his lazy act fool you—he’s annoyingly talented. He’s probably the reason I ended up here, honestly. wait how did you know”

“Saw him in a sports magazine once, but wow” Miyazaki said, leaning back on her hands. “That’s wild. Small world, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” Hitomi muttered, though her lips twitched into a faint smile. She glanced at Miyazaki again, her gaze softening. “You seem alright, though. I think we’ll get along.”

“Same here,” Miyazaki said with a grin. “Thanks for, you know, not being weird or standoffish. It means a lot.”

Hitomi shrugged again but smiled faintly. “No problem. Welcome to Blue Lock, Miyazaki.”

As Miyazaki set her phone down after reading Ruka’s message, she offered an apologetic smile to Hitomi. “Looks like my cousin’s already losing his patience. I better head out before he sends another one of his dramatic texts.”

Hitomi chuckled lightly, leaning against her desk. “No worries. I’ll probably see you around later. And hey, if you need help finding anything, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Hitomi. You’re a lifesaver,” Miyazaki said, grabbing her phone and stepping toward the door. She glanced back briefly. “I’ll catch you later!”

Stepping outside into the brisk late-afternoon air, Miyazaki scanned the courtyard until her eyes landed on Ruka. He was lounging against a tree near the gates, arms crossed, looking effortlessly charismatic as usual. A few students nearby had noticed him, whispering among themselves, but Ruka seemed indifferent to the attention. His sharp red eyes flicked to Miyazaki as she approached.

“Finally,” he said, straightening up. “I was about to send out a search party.”

Miyazaki rolled her eyes with a grin. “Relax, it’s not like I kept you waiting for hours.”

Ruka smirked, brushing a strand of black hair out of his face. “Fair enough. Come on, kid. Let’s get you acquainted with this place before you get lost on your first day.”

The two began walking, the crunch of gravel under their shoes mingling with the distant hum of student chatter. The campus was vast, sprawling with a mix of sleek, modern architecture and lush greenery that made it feel more like a private estate than a school.

Their first stop was a breathtaking flower garden tucked away in a quiet corner of the campus. Rows of vibrant flowers in every color imaginable stretched as far as the eye could see, their sweet fragrance carried by the breeze. In the middle stood a grand greenhouse, its glass panels reflecting the fading sunlight.

“This is the garden,” Ruka explained. “Not really my thing, but I figured you’d appreciate it.”

Miyazaki’s eyes lit up as she took in the sight. “It’s beautiful. I could definitely see myself hanging out here.”

“Just don’t get lost in there,” Ruka said, nodding toward the greenhouse. “It’s bigger than it looks.”

They continued on, heading toward the sprawling football field, where a few students were practicing drills. The sound of a whistle echoed in the air. Ruka gestured toward the bleachers. “That’s where most of the action happens. Not that you’ll need to worry about football unless you’re planning on ditching basketball.”

“Not a chance,” Miyazaki said with a laugh, her gaze lingering on the field for a moment before they moved on.

Next was the gym, an impressive facility with gleaming floors and state-of-the-art equipment, followed by the indoor pools, where the faint smell of chlorine filled the air. Miyazaki marveled at the sheer scale of everything, from the canteen, bustling with students grabbing snacks, to the enormous library that left her momentarily speechless.

“This place is insane,” she said as they walked past rows of towering shelves filled with books.

Ruka shrugged. “They don’t do anything halfway here. You’ll get used to it.”

They passed by the gift shop, for snack, drinks and other equipment needed to start the day, before finally arriving at the Main Hall. The grandiose building loomed ahead, its high ceilings and intricate details making it clear this was the heart of the campus. Inside, Ruka pointed out the classrooms on the first level. “Most of your classes will be here. They don’t have lockers, though, so get ready to carry all your stuff.”

“Seriously?” Miyazaki groaned. “That’s gonna be a pain.”

“Welcome to Blue Lock,” Ruka said with a smirk. He gestured toward a staircase. “Second and third floors has the Headmaster’s Office, the Infirmary, and the club rooms. Just stay out of trouble, and you won’t need to visit most of those.”

As they made their way back outside, the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the campus. Miyazaki felt a strange sense of exhilaration and unease. Everything was so new and overwhelming, but it was hard not to feel a spark of excitement.

Yet, as they walked, Ruka’s demeanor shifted. His steps became slower, his gaze sharp and deliberate as he scanned their surroundings. Miyazaki frowned, noticing his change in behavior.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Ruka didn’t answer immediately, his eyes flicking to a nearby group of students before returning to the path ahead. “Probably nothing,” he said after a moment, his tone casual but his posture tense. “Just… stay close.”

Miyazaki raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. She trusted Ruka to have her back, whatever it was.

Unbeknownst to her, someone had been trailing them from the moment they left the dormitory. A figure lingered in the shadows, watching their every move with an unnerving intensity. Ruka could feel their presence, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, but whoever it was remained just out of sight.

The unease lingered as they continued their tour, but Ruka’s protective presence kept Miyazaki from noticing too much. Whatever—or whoever—was out there, he’d make sure they didn’t get too close. For now, his focus was on keeping his cousin safe in this unfamiliar place.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As Ruka and Miyazaki strolled through one of the many grand halls of Blue Lock Academy, Miyazaki’s attention was caught by a colorful display on the bulletin board. Bright posters featuring action shots, schedules, and energetic slogans for various clubs adorned the space. Her eyes immediately landed on one in particular: the Blue Lock Women’s Basketball Club. The bold text read, “Passion. Precision. Power. Join Us!”

“Basketball, huh?” she murmured, leaning closer to examine the details.

Ruka, who had been distractedly scanning the area with a protective vigilance, turned his attention to her. “Thinking about joining?” he asked, his tone lighter than it had been earlier.

Miyazaki grinned and pointed at the poster. “Of course! I mean, how could I not? I can’t imagine going a semester without playing. It’d be torture.”

“Well, it’s settled then,” Ruka said with a nod. “You should sign up. You’ve got the skills, and it’d probably do you some good to meet a few people who share your interests.”

“Are you saying I need friends?” Miyazaki teased, though there was a playful lilt in her voice.

Ruka smirked. “I’m saying you’ll lose your mind if all you do is sit around the dorm and study. Come on, I’ll wait while you fill out the form.”

Miyazaki didn’t need to be told twice. She found the sign-up sheet tacked to the board, scribbled her name and contact information with enthusiasm, and stepped back with a triumphant smile. “Done!”

As they turned to continue down the hall, Ruka glanced at her with an approving nod. “You’re gonna crush it.”

“Of course I will,” Miyazaki said with a confident laugh. “The Sanzuku legacy demands it.”

They walked a bit further, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the pristine marble floors, but before they could round the corner, a voice interrupted their path.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Ruka Sanzuku.”

The tone was low and calm, but it carried a weight that made Ruka freeze mid-step. His jaw tensed, and he swore under his breath before turning around, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.

Miyazaki, surprised by the sudden halt, blinked and followed his gaze. Her eyes landed on a tall, striking figure with sharp features, intense aquamarine eyes, and a mop of copper-red hair that was as carefully tousled as it was deliberate. He wore the Blue Lock uniform with an effortless confidence, his hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned slightly against the wall, like he owned the place. There was an air of nonchalance about him, but his presence was magnetic, commanding attention without even trying.

Ruka’s voice was tight as he spoke. “Sae Itoshi.”

Miyazaki tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her mint-green and lavender eyes. “Who’s that?” she whispered softly, glancing at her cousin.

Ruka ignored her question, subtly stepping in front of her as if to shield her from view. “What do you want, Itoshi?” he asked, his tone curt.

Sae’s gaze, which had initially been locked on Ruka, shifted slightly, landing on Miyazaki. The moment their eyes met, a strange tension filled the air. Miyazaki, unaware of the silent battle raging between the two men, offered a polite, if not slightly confused, smile.

Sae’s lips twitched, almost forming a smirk, but there was something darker beneath his composed expression. “I was just passing by,” he said casually, though his eyes never left Miyazaki. “Didn’t expect to see you here. And who’s this?”

Ruka’s body stiffened, his shoulders squaring as he tried to block Sae’s line of sight. “No one you need to worry about.”

Miyazaki frowned at her cousin’s tone, peeking around him. “I’m his cousin,” she said simply, her voice light and friendly. “Miyazaki Sanzuku. Nice to meet you.”

Sae’s aquamarine eyes darkened for a split second, a flicker of something unrecognizable flashing through them. But he gave a polite nod in return, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Miyazaki, huh?” He said her name slowly, as if tasting the syllables. “Charmed.”

Ruka clenched his jaw, his voice low and warning. “Don’t even think about it, Itoshi.”

Sae raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Think about what? I’m just introducing myself. No harm in that, is there?”

Despite Ruka’s clear discomfort, Miyazaki remained unfazed. “It’s fine, Ruka,” she said, placing a hand on his arm. She looked back at Sae, her smile warm and disarming. “You must be a friend of Ruka’s.”

At that, Sae let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Friend? That’s one way to put it.”

Ruka glared at him, but before he could say anything, he caught the subtle way Sae’s gaze lingered on Miyazaki. The calm facade Sae usually wore cracked, just enough for Ruka to see the flicker of something dangerous beneath it—an intensity that unsettled him.

Miyazaki, completely unaware of the silent exchange, tilted her head. “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”

Sae’s gaze softened, almost imperceptibly, at her question. For a moment, he looked almost human, as if her simple inquiry had reached past whatever walls he’d built around himself. But then his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and the moment was gone, replaced by that same cold, calculated presence.

“No,” he said, his voice quiet. “But I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

Ruka had heard enough. Without another word, he grabbed Miyazaki’s arm and pulled her back, earning a surprised protest from her.

“Ruka! What the—?”

“We’re leaving,” Ruka said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

Miyazaki glanced back at Sae as Ruka dragged her away. To her surprise, Sae was still standing there, his piercing aquamarine eyes locked onto hers. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that made her shiver, though she didn’t understand why.

As they disappeared down the hall, Sae remained rooted in place, watching them leave. His heart, usually cold and unyielding, thudded in his chest with an unfamiliar excitement. There was something about her—something magnetic, something irresistible.

His lips curved into a small, private smile as he muttered under his breath, “Miyazaki Sanzuku…”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Sae felt something stir within him. Something he couldn’t quite place. Obsession.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As Ruka led Miyazaki down the hallway in long, determined strides, she finally yanked her arm free. “Ruka, seriously, stop dragging me around like a kid!” she snapped, rubbing her wrist with a frown.

Ruka stopped, his shoulders rising and falling as he took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes flickered with an unusual unease. He finally turned to face her, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Miyazaki stepped closer, her voice softer now. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been on edge ever since we ran into that Sae guy.”

Ruka hesitated, looking past her down the empty hallway as if expecting someone to appear at any moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling slowly. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” she said firmly, crossing her arms. “Talk to me, Ruka.”

He sighed, his broad shoulders sagging slightly as he relented. “Alright, fine. But you need to listen carefully, Miyazaki. That guy back there—Sae Itoshi—he’s not just some random student. He’s part of the New Gen 11.”

Miyazaki blinked, her expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. “New Gen 11? What’s that?”

Ruka ran a hand through his hair, clearly not thrilled about explaining. “They’re the elite of the elite at Blue Lock College. The top students in every way—academically, athletically, socially. They’re on a completely different level from the rest of us. They even wear different uniforms to make it painfully obvious.”

“Different uniforms?” Miyazaki echoed, trying to picture it.

“Yeah. Black blazers with silver embroidery, tailored to perfection. They make your regular students look like peasants.” He gestured to other people's standard Blue Lock uniform with a small scoff. “They also have their own private dorms, their own luxury clubroom—it’s like something out of a damn royal palace.”

Miyazaki raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you know all this… how?”

Ruka hesitated, then looked her straight in the eye. “Because I’m one of them.”

Her mouth fell open slightly, her mismatched eyes widening. “You’re… what?”

“I’m part of the New Gen 11,” Ruka admitted, his tone heavy with reluctance. “I didn’t want to tell you because it’s not exactly something I’m proud of. But yeah, I’m one of those so-called elites. And unfortunately, so is Sae Itoshi.”

Miyazaki processed this for a moment before her brow furrowed. “Okay, but if there are eleven of you, why have I only met Sae so far? Where are the others?”

“That’s the only bit of good news I have for you,” Ruka said with a small, humorless laugh. “Most of them aren’t here right now. They’ve gone to Europe for an exchange program. But there are still four of us on campus—me, Sae, Don Lorenzo, and Michael Kaiser.”

Miyazaki tilted her head. “What?! Really? They don’t sound like the type to keep things low-key.”

“They’re not,” Ruka said grimly. “That’s why I’m warning you, Miyazaki. These guys—Sae included—are dangerous in their own ways. They have power, influence, and a ridiculous amount of freedom to do whatever the hell they want. You can’t trust any of them. Promise me you’ll stay away from them.”

Miyazaki softened at the clear worry in his voice. “Ruka… I get that you’re worried, but I’m not some helpless kid. I can handle myself. Besides, Sae didn’t seem all that bad. A little intense, sure, but he was polite.”

“Polite?” Ruka’s tone sharpened, his eyes narrowing. “Miyazaki, you didn’t see the way he looked at you. He wasn’t being polite; he was sizing you up. Guys like Sae don’t do polite things unless it serves their purpose.”

Miyazaki frowned. “You think he’s interested in me or something?”

“I know he is,” Ruka said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “And that’s exactly why I’m telling you to stay away. You don’t know these people like I do. Sae doesn’t care about anyone unless they can give him something he wants. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he wants from you.”

Miyazaki placed a hand on his arm, her voice calm and steady. “Okay, I hear you. I’ll be careful, Ruka. I won’t go looking for trouble, alright? But you need to relax. I’m not going to get myself killed by talking to someone.”

Ruka exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “I’m serious, Miyazaki. These guys don’t play by the same rules as the rest of us. Just… keep your distance, okay? For me.”

She nodded, giving him a small smile. “Alright. I promise. But you need to stop worrying so much. You’ll give yourself gray hair before you hit thirty.”

Ruka snorted, his lips twitching into a reluctant smirk. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re overprotective,” Miyazaki shot back, nudging him lightly as they resumed walking. “Now, let’s get back to figuring out where I’m supposed to be tomorrow before you start making me wear a GPS tracker or something.”

Despite her lighthearted tone, Ruka couldn’t shake the unease lingering in his chest. Sae Itoshi wasn’t someone to be taken lightly, and the thought of him getting anywhere near Miyazaki was enough to make Ruka’s blood run cold.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As the Sanzuku cousins approached the headmaster’s office, Miyazaki couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. The grand double doors loomed ahead, engraved with intricate patterns that gave the place a sense of authority. Ruka opened one side with ease, ushering her in with a nod.

Inside, the office was surprisingly welcoming. Warm oak shelves lined with books stretched to the ceiling, and sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden hue over the room. Sitting at a polished mahogany desk was a woman with short, neat hair and sharp glasses. She stood as they entered, greeting them with a kind yet professional smile.

“Ah, you must be Miyazaki Sanzuku,” the woman said, stepping forward. “Welcome to Blue Lock College. I’m Anri Teieri, the vice principal. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Miyazaki nodded, trying not to let her nervousness show. “Thank you, Vice Principal Teieri. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ruka, standing protectively behind his cousin, gave Anri a polite nod but remained silent.

Anri gestured for them to sit on the plush chairs in front of her desk. “Let’s go over a few things. First, here’s your schedule.” She handed Miyazaki a crisp piece of paper and continued, “And your uniform has been tailored to fit you perfectly. It includes everything you’ll need.”

Anri reached into a nearby wardrobe and pulled out the uniform. It was neatly folded, its colors striking even in the soft lighting of the room. The dark grey short-sleeved shirt with a Peter Pan collar was accented with vibrant red highlights. The double red tie, adorned with a thin dark grey line near the bottom and a delicate chain connecting the collar’s edges, added a touch of elegance. The pleated red skirt had a hint of black lace trimming, falling just past mid-thigh. Black socks and stylish red-and-brown shoes completed the ensemble.

Miyazaki’s eyes widened slightly as she examined the uniform. “Wow, it’s… detailed.”

“It’s one of our signature designs,” Anri explained with pride. “It’s both practical and stylish, designed to represent the school’s standard of excellence.”

Miyazaki unfolded her schedule, scanning the list of classes. At first, she felt a sense of relief—mathematics, economical biology, phycology, physical education, buisness, AP classes—but her expression soured when her eyes landed on history. “Ugh, history,” she muttered, barely suppressing a groan.

Ruka leaned over her shoulder, smirking. “Already found your favorite class, huh?”

She shot him a look. “It’s the worst. I just know it’s going to be full of dates and boring lectures.”

Ruka’s teasing demeanor faded as his eyes landed on the name of her history teacher. “Chris Prince,” he said under his breath, frowning.

“What about him?” Miyazaki asked, tilting her head curiously.

Ruka leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Let’s just say I don’t trust him. He’s… intense. Let��s hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.”

Anri glanced between them, clearly noticing Ruka’s shift in tone but choosing not to comment. “If you have any concerns, Miyazaki, you can always come to me. We want you to feel safe and supported here.”

Miyazaki nodded, giving her a small smile. “Thanks, Vice Principal. I appreciate that.”

After collecting her schedule and uniform, both cousins stood to leave. Miyazaki bowed politely. “Thank you for everything, Vice Principal Teieri.”

“You’re very welcome,” Anri replied, smiling warmly. “I’m sure you’ll thrive here. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.”

As they exited the office, Ruka held the door open for Miyazaki and shot one last glance back, his protective instincts still on high alert.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The day ended on a lighter note as the two found a cozy café near campus. The little establishment was charming, with soft lighting, a warm wooden interior, and the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee mingling with sweet pastries. They sat by the window, the bustling campus just visible outside.

Miyazaki sipped her hot chocolate, letting out a content sigh. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Today was a little overwhelming, but this makes it worth it.”

Ruka chuckled, stirring his coffee. “It’s just the beginning. You’re going to need a lot more than hot chocolate to survive this place.”

She smirked. “I’ve got my charm and basketball skills. I’ll be fine.”

Ruka shook his head, though a small smile tugged at his lips. Despite everything, seeing her so at ease made him feel a little less anxious about leaving her to navigate Blue Lock on her own. Still, the lingering memory of Sae’s gaze kept him on edge.

“You’ve got this, Miyazaki,” Ruka said after a moment, his tone soft but firm. “Just… keep your promise. Stay away from trouble.”

Miyazaki gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Ruka. You’ve got to stop worrying so much.”

He nodded but remained quiet, his gaze drifting to the window. The shadows of the day stretched long across the campus, and somewhere deep in his gut, he knew this was only the beginning of something much bigger.

The cozy café bustled with soft chatter and the gentle clink of cups against saucers, an inviting escape from the sprawling campus outside. Miyazaki and Ruka sat at a corner table near the window, their steaming beverages in hand. Miyazaki twirled her spoon idly, savoring her hot chocolate, while Ruka leaned back in his chair, his coffee untouched as he kept a watchful eye on the room. Despite his efforts to stay vigilant, he had no idea they were being watched.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In the shadows outside the café, Alexis Ness stood hidden behind a nearby lamppost, his phone held at an angle to capture the Sanzuku cousins. His thin lips curled into a sinister smirk as he zoomed in on Miyazaki’s animated expression, the warmth in her smile sharp against the cold, calculating gaze of his phone camera. Her laughter reached his ears faintly through the café window, and he chuckled darkly.

“Charming, isn’t she?” Alexis muttered to himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Too charming for her own good.”

He adjusted the focus and started recording again, this time catching Ruka’s protective demeanor as he leaned forward, speaking to his cousin. Alexis scoffed softly. “Still playing the overbearing bodyguard, Ruka? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

The video continued to roll as Alexis pulled out another phone and began typing a message. His fingers moved quickly over the screen as he attached the recording and hit send.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In the opulent club room of the New Gen 11, Michael Kaiser lounged on a plush chaise, the very picture of decadent elegance. The space around him was regal to the point of extravagance—velvet drapes hung from high windows, soft golden light glinted off crystal chandeliers, and the room smelled faintly of fresh roses and old books. A finely brewed cup of rosemary tea sat on the polished glass table before him.

The chime of his phone interrupted the tranquility, and he lazily reached for it, swirling his tea with the other hand. Seeing the message from Alexis, his lips stretched into a wicked grin. He opened the video and leaned back into the chaise, letting the footage play.

The sight of Ruka and Miyazaki laughing together in the café sparked something venomous in him. His sharp blue eyes darkened as they lingered on Miyazaki’s figure, her soft smile and carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the storm of cruel thoughts brewing in his mind. He rewound the video, playing it again, this time narrowing his gaze on her expressions, her movements.

“Hmm,” Michael murmured, his voice low and smooth like velvet. “So this is the girl Ruka’s been hiding.”

He set the phone down momentarily, lifting his cup of tea to his lips. The subtle aroma of rosemary teased his senses as he took a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth of the tea didn’t dull the growing obsession sparking within him.

“Ruka always had a penchant for playing the hero,” Michael muttered, swirling the tea in his cup absentmindedly. “Let’s see what happens when his precious cousin isn’t under his wing anymore.”

Picking up the phone again, Michael tapped the screen, pausing the video on Miyazaki’s smiling face. His smirk grew, sharp and predatory. He leaned forward, his fangs gleaming faintly in the warm light of the clubroom.

“She’s perfect,” he mused, his tone cold yet laced with fascination. “The perfect pawn to break him. To humiliate him. To crush him.”

Michael stood, his movements fluid and calculated as he placed the teacup back on its saucer. His gaze was fixed on the paused image of Miyazaki, an air of possessiveness settling around him like a dark cloud.

“Let the games begin,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. His smirk deepened, showing off his gleaming vampire fangs before he shut off the phone.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Back in the café, Miyazaki felt a shiver run down her spine. She paused mid-sip, glancing over her shoulder, a fleeting unease tugging at her thoughts. Ruka noticed her sudden shift and leaned forward.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his tone low, his protective instincts kicking in.

Miyazaki hesitated before shaking her head. “No, it’s probably nothing. Just… felt like someone was watching us.”

Ruka’s jaw tightened imperceptibly as he glanced around the café, his sharp eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Yet, there was nothing to see—only patrons, baristas, and the faint hum of café life.

Still, outside the warm glow of the café’s windows, Alexis Ness watched them for another moment before slipping away into the shadows, his task complete. And far away in the grandeur of the New Gen 11’s domain, Michael Kaiser’s mind churned with cruel plans, his fixation on Miyazaki growing more dangerous by the second.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

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