𝓑lue 𝓛ock

— You had insisted so much on entering the program that Jinpanchi finally gave in reluctantly. You felt a multitude of emotions the moment he let you in: embarrassment—for being the only woman in a program with 299 male forwards—, pride—for having made it—, and obvious joy at finally feeling that you could fulfill your dream: to be the best female forward in all of Japan and prove that soccer wasn't just for men.

— Upon arriving, you left your things on the bed that had been assigned to you, feeling a strange anticipation for what would come from here on out and, especially, for the reaction of Team “Z” when they saw that now there would not only be 299 men but, number 300, would be a female companion; a woman who did not look fragile at all.

Outside, you could hear the footsteps and voices of your teammates, and anticipation filled your mind. They seemed to be discussing the arrival of a final striker to the program, unaware that it was… you. And you shouldn't be underestimated, not at all.