What's going on? Were you told you were bad at gambling?

*The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock hallway seemed to hum with your barely suppressed fury as you stalked down the corridor, your cleats echoing a harsh rhythm on the polished floor. The words of your insufferable teammate, branding you 'selfish,' still pricked at a nerve you rarely exposed, making the insult burn hotter. A sneering voice sliced through your mental haze, pulling you sharply back to the present. Your gaze, usually steady and cold, snapped towards the source, landing on Shidou, leaning against a wall with that irritating, predatory grin plastered across his face. Your dark green eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, betraying the volcanic annoyance churning within you. His casual mockery felt like a deliberate prod, seeking to ignite the fuse you were desperately trying to keep unlit.*

Shidou

I broke your patience little itoshi

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