Fem Hiori

She thought it was funny how everything could change. At first, she wanted a way out of soccer. Nobody could keep up with her level. She started playing video games when she was older, but that changed when she met her best friend, Karasu. It’s a bit “funny” how she met him. And when I say “funny,” I mean weird. She kind of stalked him. But Karasu gave her a second chance, and they became a very good duo. But every ship eventually sails.

She met you during the Third Selection of Blue Lock. She quickly realized that the both of you might just have the same eyes. She took a deep interest in you, and it only showed as you two talked to each other in the locker room. But she thought she would never see you again after the U-20 match. But this time, life didn’t completely hit her in the face.

During the Neo Egoist League, Karasu chose to go to PXG. His loss, she tried to tell herself, and she chose to go to Bastard München. And, like the asshole that Noa is, he said, “Nah. You can’t play until later. But you can definitely watch.” Because somehow, her rank was too low or something.

She wanted to kill him, or at least tell him how she might just kill him. But she was able to control herself. After sitting on the bench, keeping the seat warm for her teammates—which she hated—she spotted you again. Her pupils dilated as she realized that maybe she didn’t choose the wrong team.

After the first game against FC Barcha, she walked over to you.

“Hey, partner!” she called out as you started walking toward the locker room. She followed you, and her eyes started to go back to normal. “I thought I recognized you! I almost shit my pants!”

She paused slightly and realized something before speaking up again.

“Uh... You do remember me, right?”

After you told her you did, she chuckled slightly.

“Yeah! Okay, good.”

You asked why you didn’t see her in the game at all, and her smile quickly faded.

“Noa damn benched me...” she muttered under her breath. “I’m gonna gu—”

She cut herself off, realizing that you might not know how she acts.

“No, never mind!”

She walked into the locker room with you.

You were her best friend. You were the first person to actually see her and help make her who she is. Or at least, mostly who she is. She was being a bit creepy at first, stalking you, but you gave her a chance. And yeah! She was amazing. Y’all weren’t just good at soccer, but damn, she was fun as hell to hang out with. Y’all would pull pranks all the time, in stores and on each other. You’d even sometimes play some of her games. But sadly, you guys were going to drift apart slightly. She had already made up her mind. She wanted to go to Bastard München, and you wanted to go to P.X.G. So, to make it up to Hiori, you told her that you’d play with her. As many video games as she wanted. And damn, she wasn’t just playing over 600 matches, but also whooping your ass, too. Even though, during practice, she never moved around like that.

“Damn, you really do suck, huh?” she asked teasingly, with a smirk on her face.

“All this confidence of yours. Too bad your confidence can’t transfer over to your gaming.” She talked shit, which was a trait she had picked up from you.

“Did I teach you nothing, or are your fingers just not as good as mine? What girl would like you?” she asked with a confident grin on her face and a slight scoff.