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Assistant: Title: Blue lock Elementry!
        Author: Anonymous undefined 
        Chapter: 2/2 
        Summary: Inspired by Babysitter club ( the anime) & bungo stray dogs wan. And shin-Chan lolBlue Lock Elementary isn’t your average school.Every recess is a battlefield, the cafeteria runs on macaron-based economies, and the PTA meetings look more like FIFA boardroom brawls.Enter Michael Kaiser—blond, smug, fresh from Germany, and already declaring himself king of the fifth grade.Isagi’s p@ss@d. Bachira’s thrilled. Charles is trading imported desserts like a mafioso.And Rin? Rin just wanted to read his English picture book in peace—Chaos? Routine. Drama? Daily. Enemies-to-rivals-to-something-we-don’t-talk-about? Possibly in progress.Welcome to Blue Lock Elementary—where the kids are smarter than they should be, and the adults? Even worse.
        Contents: Chapter 2
    

    


  

  
  
    
    It was another typical day at Blue Lock Elementary—if “typical” meant that every recess turned into a full-on soccer battle and students treated dodgeball like a death match. Out on the field, Isagi Yoichi was already drenched in sweat, grinning as he passed the ball to Bachira Meguru, who was giggling like a maniac as he weaved through a group of first graders. “Pass it back, Bachira!” Isagi called, eyes sparkling with that same glint he got whenever a game was on the line—even if it was just recess. Bachira spun dramatically, sticking his tongue out. “But I’m having funnnn, Yoichi~!” he sang, before finally kicking the ball back. Their teacher, Ms. Anri Teieri, watched from the sidelines, nervously clutching her clipboard. How did these kids manage to turn every game into a tactical warzone? She was pretty sure she saw Isagi calculating angles like a tiny soccer scientist. Just as Isagi was about to score, the sharp blow of a whistle cut through the air. “Alright, everyone, gather up!” Ms. Anri called, her usual cheerful but slightly overwhelmed voice carrying across the field. Groans echoed from the kids, but they shuffled over anyway—well, except for Bachira, who cartwheeled his way to the group because of course he did. Isagi wiped his forehead, frowning. “What’s going on, sensei?” Ms. Anri smiled nervously, “Ehm, we have a new student joining our class today.” Before anyone could react, the classroom door slid open behind them. The sound of polished shoes echoed on the wooden floor, far too elegant for a fifth-grader. Standing there was a boy—tall for his age, blond hair gleaming like some storybook prince, a smug little smirk playing on his lips. A crown sticker sat proudly on his cheek like it belonged there. “Guten Morgen,” the boy drawled, clearly unimpressed by the crowd of kids staring at him. “Name’s Michael Kaiser. Try to keep up.” Ms. Anri clapped her hands together awkwardly. “Let’s all welcome Kaiser-kun! He’s from Germany and will be joining us from today.” Isagi narrowed his eyes immediately. There was something about the way this “Kaiser” looked at everyone—like he was already bored of them. Like he was too good to even be here. Bachira leaned toward Isagi, whispering with a mischievous grin, “He’s got a funny sticker on his face, Yoichi~.” Kaiser’s sharp blue eyes locked onto Isagi almost instantly, like a predator sensing the only real threat in the room. “You,” Kaiser pointed, walking straight up to Isagi, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. “You’re the best player here, aren’t you?” Isagi blinked, caught off guard by how direct he was. “…Yeah. So what?” That smirk widened. “ wrong. it’s me. you are irelevant and you’ll realise you always were. “ Isagi scoffs “ who do you think you are? As if I’ll ever accept that” “Good. Makes it more fun when I take your spot as king.” Before Isagi could snap back, Ms. Anri nervously laughed, sensing the tension spike like they weren’t basically two nine-year-olds ( their both ten ) about to throw hands. “Ahaha, why don’t we all get along first? Kaiser-kun, you can join the soccer game with Isagi-kun and the others!” Kaiser just shrugged, walking past Isagi like he already owned the place. “I’ll show you how football’s really played.” Isagi clenched his fists, his competitive spark already ignited. “Tch, cocky transfer student…” Bachira bounced beside him, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oooh, Yoichi~ this is gonna be fun! A new monster’s appeared!” As the kids headed back to the field, Ms. Anri sighed, watching Kaiser dribble the ball like a mini-pro while Isagi’s glare could set grass on fire. “Why do I feel like the PTA meeting tonight is going to be… intense?” she muttered to herself. 

 While the chaos of recess raged outside, inside abother classroom was a completely different world—quiet, calm… or at least it should’ve been. Itoshi Rin sat cross-legged on the floor by the window, his sharp teal eyes focused intensely on the tower of Jenga blocks in front of him. His expression was unreadable, lips pressed in that permanent scowl of disinterest. Across from him, Reo Mikage grinned like this was a high-stakes business deal. “C’mon, Rin, don’t take too long. I’ve got investments to get back to.” He wasn’t joking—his coloring book was filled with elaborate designs for a ‘future mansion.’ Next to Reo, sprawled out like a lazy cat, was Nagi Seishiro, fast asleep with a soccer ball tucked under his arm, using Reo’s schoolbag as a pillow. A soft snore escaped him, completely unbothered by the game—or life in general. Rin, one of the youngest in the class by nearly a year, didn’t care for the noisy mess called recess. Why waste energy playing with those lukewarm idiots outside? Especially when half of them barely knew how to pass properly. He reached out with delicate precision, pulling a block from the middle of the Jenga tower like a surgeon. The tower wobbled slightly, but Rin’s hand stayed steady. Of course it did—he was perfect, even at this childish game. Reo let out a low whistle. “D@mn, you’re good at this.” Rin just huffed, brushing his bangs aside. “Obviously.” The classroom door suddenly slammed open, breaking the calm atmosphere. “Rin-chan~!” came the sing-song voice of Bachira, bursting in like a whirlwind. “You’re missing it! There’s a new kid, and he’s suuuper fun! He’s fighting Yoichi already!” Reo raised a brow, intrigued. “Another transfer student? Who’s confident enough to pick a fight with Isagi on day one?” Bachira nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing. “He’s got this shiny blond hair and a crown sticker! Says he’s gonna be king or something~!” Rin didn’t even look up from the Jenga tower. “Hn. Sounds annoying.” Bachira leaned over Rin dramatically. “Aren’t you curious? He might be strong~!” “Tch,” Rin clicked his tongue. “If he’s playing with them that lukewarm kiddy playground level soccer then he’s not worth my time.” Reo smirked, resting his chin on his hand as he pulled out a block. “Careful, Rin. One day someone’s actually gonna catch your interest.” “Doubt it,” Rin muttered, nudging the Jenga tower toward Reo without a care. “Your turn.” Nagi stirred slightly, mumbling in his sleep, “Too loud… boring… wake me when lunch starts…” Bachira pouted but knew better than to drag Rin outside when he was in one of his “I’m too good for this” moods. But as Bachira skipped back out to watch the showdown, Reo glanced at Rin with curiosity. The door still open. “Y’know… if this Kaiser guy’s half as cocky as you, maybe you two should meet.” Rin didn’t respond, but for a split second, his gaze flicked toward the window—watching the blond kid outside effortlessly juggle the ball, a smirk on his face as Isagi glared him down. He scoffed, looking away. “…He’ll get bored before I do.”  Rin’s slender fingers hovered over a single block. He wasn’t just playing—he was calculating. If he pulled this block, the tower would stay standing, but the structure would be so unstable that Reo would have no possible move left. A guaranteed win. His lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smirk. Victory was already his. Reo, sensing that Rin had figured something out, leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You’re planning something, huh?” Rin didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His fingers gripped the block with delicate precision, slowly sliding it out. That’s when it happened. The classroom door—left wide open by a certain hyper idiot—let in a sudden gust of chaos. THUNK. A rogue soccer ball, clearly launched from the battlefield outside, came flying through the open doorway like fate itself wanted to ruin Rin’s day. Rin’s head snapped up just in time to see the ball slam into the edge of their carefully constructed Jenga tower. In slow motion—like a scene from a tragedy—the blocks collapsed in a scattered heap at his knees. Silence. Reo blinked. “…Did you just lose?” Rin’s eye twitched violently. “No.” Rin’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his competitive pride shattered along with that tower. “It was your turn, Rin,” Reo added, far too smug for his own good. “Rules are rules.” His teal eyes were fixed on the scattered blocks, his hand still frozen mid-air where he’d been seconds away from securing victory. His jaw clenched, fury simmering beneath that cold, pretty face. “…I. Don’t. Lose,” Rin muttered under his breath, venom lacing every word. Across from him, Reo was already leaning back with a triumphant grin, arms crossed like he’d just closed a million-yen deal. “A win’s a win, Rin,” Reo teased, practically glowing with satisfaction. Beside him, Nagi cracked open a single eye, glanced at the fallen tower, and mumbled, “Yay… Reo wins…” before flopping over completely—his head now resting on Reo’s lap as he drifted right back to sleep like nothing monumental had just occurred. Rin’s fists tightened. His pride was in tatters. And then— A shadow appeared in the doorway. “Ahhh, my bad,” came a voice—smooth, playful, and carrying an accent none of them recognized. Rin’s head snapped toward the door, already prepared to kill whoever dared interrupt. Standing there, with a soccer ball tucked under his arm and a lopsided grin on his face, was a boy with messy blond hair that practically glowed under the classroom lights. A stupid little crown sticker sat proudly on his check like he actually thought he was royalty like he’d declared himself king of the world. Kaiser leaned casually against the doorframe, blue eyes scanning the scene like he was amused by the destruction he caused.His sharp blue eyes scanned the room before landing squarely on Rin—the only one glaring at him like he committed a crime (which, in Rin’s mind, he had). “Did I throw the ball this way?” Kaiser asked, a fake little “oops” smile tugging at his lips—clearly not sorry at all. Reo, ever the rich kid connoisseur of drama, raised a brow. “You’re the transfer student, right? The one causing a scene outside.” Kaiser’s grin widened as he stepped fully into the classroom—the younger class, mind you—like he owned it. “That’s me,” he said smoothly. “Michael Kaiser. Remember it.”
“ appoligize.” Came a voice.His gaze barely lingered on Reo or Nagi before locking onto Rin—the only one glaring at him like he was seconds away from biting his head off. “…You’re not even going to apologize?” Rin’s voice was sharp, low, a dangerous contrast to his small frame and pretty features. Kaiser tilted his head, like he was examining some curious little animal. “Apologize? For what? Winning?” Rin’s eye twitched, his temper bubbling dangerously. “Winning?” he echoed, standing up slowly, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. “You think knocking over a tower by accident makes you a winner? All you did was mess up our game” and Rin’s indisputable winning streak . Kaiser sauntered closer, tapping the soccer ball with his foot as he smirked down at Rin—who, despite standing, was still a bit shorter than the older boy. “Doesn’t matter how it happened,” Kaiser said, voice dripping with arrogance. “You’re the one staring at a pile of blocks, not me. Sounds like a loss for you and a win to me, Pretty Boy.” Rin stiffened, his cheeks heating—not out of embarrassment, but pure rage. “Don’t. Call me that.” Reo snorted in the background, enjoying every second of this. Kaiser chuckled, clearly entertained by how easy it was to get under Rin’s skin. “Why not? Fits you. You look like one of those dolls rich kids keep on shelves.” Rin took a step forward, teal eyes blazing. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’re the one lying in pieces next time.” For a second, Kaiser’s grin faltered—not out of fear, but interest. This kid had bite. Then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to taunt, “Careful, Kleine Prinzessin, you might actually start sounding scary if you weren’t so—” his eyes flicked over Rin’s delicate features—”fragile.” Rin’s hand shot out, grabbing a Jenga block like a weapon, fully ready to throw hands. Reo sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright, Rin. Murder’s still illegal in elementary school, y’know.” Kaiser laughed again, stepping back with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Feisty. I like that.” Before Rin could launch the block at his head, Ms. Anri’s voice called from down the hall. “Kaiser-kun! You can’t just wander into other classes!” Kaiser gave Rin one last smirk, backing toward the door. “See you around, Mystery Boy. Don’t worry—I’ll give you a chance to actually lose on the field next time. “ With a wink and a flick of his blond fluff, he was gone—disappearing like a storm that left only rage in its wake. Rin stood there, fuming, Jenga block still clenched in his hand. Reo stretched, glancing at the rebuilding tower. “You know, I think he’s the first person to p@ss you off this much without even trying. Even when you first came to this school Isagi didn’t even get a reaction till you guys actually played a match.” Rin didn’t respond. He was already setting the blocks back up—faster, more precise, like he was channeling every ounce of fury into rebuilding.  The bell rang, signaling the end of recess, and the once chaotic playground slowly funneled into even more chaotic classrooms. In Class 5-B, Isagi Yoichi slumped into his seat by the window, dropping his notebook onto the desk with a sigh. Beside him, Bachira Meguru plopped down, still buzzing with leftover energy from their soccer match. “Yoichi~ did you see how I nutmegged those sixth graders?!” Bachira grinned, swinging his legs under the desk. Isagi smirked, brushing his bangs back. “Yeah, yeah. Next time, try passing sooner.” Before Bachira could whine, a familiar voice cut through their conversation—uninvited. “Oi, move over.” Both boys looked up to see Michael Kaiser sliding into the seat across from them, plopping his soccer ball onto the desk like it belonged there. Isagi immediately frowned. “Why are you here??” His voice was laced with pure annoyance—because Kaiser never sat with them today unless he was about to cause problems. Kaiser ignored the hostility, leaning back in his chair with that signature smug grin. “Just thought I’d grace you peasants with my presence.” Bachira giggled, clearly unbothered. “Kaiser-kun’s in a good mood~!” “Of course I am,” Kaiser said, propping his chin on his hand, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “I just met the most entertaining little thing in your baby class.” Isagi raised a brow, already regretting asking but unable to stop himself. “…What did you do this time?” Kaiser’s grin widened. “Pretty boy with anger issues. Dark hair, mean glare, looked like he wanted to kill me over some blocks.” Bachira gasped, eyes sparkling. “Rin-chan!” Kaiser perked up. “Rin, huh? So that’s his name.” Isagi groaned, rubbing his temples. “You went and bothered Itoshi Rin? Seriously?” Kaiser shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “Bothered? Nah. I just introduced myself.” Bachira laughed, practically bouncing in his seat. “Rin-chan doesn’t like people! He only plays Jenga with Reo and ignores everyone else!” “Yeah, I noticed,” Kaiser said, smirking at the memory. “Kid was ready to throw hands over a fallen tower. I barely said two words before he tried to kill me with a block.” Isagi shot him a glare. “Maybe because you called him pretty and acted like a jerk?” Kaiser feigned innocence, placing a hand over his chest. “What, I can’t give a compliment now? He’s got that whole porcelain doll vibe going on—like he’d shatter if you looked at him wrong.” Bachira tilted his head. “But Rin-chan’s really strong! He’s scary when he gets mad~!” Kaiser’s grin only grew at that. “Exactly why he’s interesting.” Isagi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re unbelievable.You even bothered the 7th grader Kunigami like do you not see how big he is!!!Can’t you go one seconds without picking a fight it’s your first day?!” “Where’s the fun in that?” Kaiser shot back smoothly. Before Isagi could argue further, their teacher walked in, signaling the start of class. Bachira quickly straightened up (as much as Bachira ever did), while Isagi muttered under his breath, “Stay at your own table tomorrow, Kaiser.” Kaiser just chuckled, spinning his soccer ball lazily on one finger. “No promises.” But as the lesson began, Kaiser’s mind drifted—not to the math problems on the board, but to a certain teal-eyed brat with a temper as sharp as his glare. Yeah… this year just got a whole lot more fun.  The shrill ring of the bell signaled lunch time, and like clockwork, the students of Blue Lock Elementary swarmed the cafeteria—a place where hierarchy wasn’t just measured by soccer skills, but by who had the most impressive lunch. Isagi Yoichi shuffled through his bag grabbing his lunch box  with a resigned sigh, a school provided tray with utensils and a plate in hand,  a simple bowl of instant ramen was in it. Steam rose lazily from the cup, the most mid-tier meal imaginable. He stared at it, dead inside. “…Dad…” Isagi muttered under his breath, already knowing this was Ego’s doing. The man probably thought flavor was a distraction from “maximizing efficiency.” In reality it was just all he could make.  Before he could wallow further, Bachira Meguru appeared beside him like a hyperactive shadow. “Yoichi~! You gonna share, right?!” Bachira beamed, eyeing the ramen like it was a five-star dish. Isagi groaned. “It’s barely enough for one person, Bachira!” But Bachira was already leaning in, chopsticks at the ready, eyes sparkling with mischief. Before Isagi could swat him away, a shadow loomed over them—followed by the sound of a tray being slammed onto the table across from them. They both looked up—and immediately, their jaws dropped. There sat Michael Kaiser, looking smugger than ever, his tray piled high with what could only be described as a mini European buffet. There were slices of artisan bread, cured meats, fancy cheeses, grapes, some kind of sparkling juice in a plastic cup—like he’d just walked out of a luxury hotel brunch. The empty large lunch box was shoved in his bag. “What the hell is that?!” Isagi blurted, pointing at the absurd spread. Kaiser leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with a cocky grin. “Lunch, peasants.” Bachira gasped in awe, stars practically shining in his eyes. “Wooowww~! That’s almost as cool as Reo’s lunches!” Kaiser’s smile faltered. “…Almost?” he repeated, voice dangerously low. Bachira nodded enthusiastically, completely oblivious. “Yeah! Reo always brings those big bento boxes with all the colorful sushi and gold flakes and stuff! Sometimes he shares with Nagi when he wakes up~!” Isagi smirked, sensing Kaiser’s pride take a direct hit. “Guess money really can’t buy originality, huh?” Kaiser sat up straight, blue eyes sharp as he slammed his hands on the table. “What do you mean almost?! There’s nothing ‘almost’ about this—it’s called class, you uncultured swines!” Bachira just tilted his head innocently. “But Reo’s comes with dessert~.” “I HAVE MACARONS!” Kaiser snapped, grabbing a perfectly arranged pastry and waving it like proof of superiority.“ so does Charles he’s authentic French!!!!! oh and Reo has macraons too!!!” Bachira grinned as he chewed on some of Isagi’s noodles.Isagi couldn’t help the smug grin spreading across his face as he lazily stirred his sad ramen. “Congrats, Prince. Still playing second place to a fourth grader.” Kaiser looked like he was about to flip the table. Before he could, though, the cafeteria doors swung open—and in walked Reo Mikage, carrying his extravagant bento box like it was a treasure chest. Beside him, Rin followed with his much simpler meal—a neatly packed box of rice, grilled fish, and vegetables and a popsicle (courtesy of Sae telling their housekeeper and parents , Sae who at least knew how to feed someone properly). Trailing behind was Nagi, still half-asleep, being guided by Reo like a zombie in need of food. Kaiser’s eye twitched as he watched other students gather around Reo, admiring his lunch like he was some kind of celebrity chef. “Tch…” Kaiser muttered, stabbing a grape with unnecessary aggression. Bachira, now sitting beside Isagi, happily slurped up some of his ramen despite Isagi’s protests. “Mmm~ Yoichi, yours tastes the best! Simple is best, right?” Isagi sighed, resigned to losing half his meal. “Tell that to my dad…” Kaiser, still fuming, glared across the room at Reo—until his gaze landed on Rin, who sat down without acknowledging anyone, quietly eating with perfect manners and that same icy aura. A smirk tugged at Kaiser’s lips. “…Almost, huh?” he muttered, leaning back with renewed interest. Because the day wasn’t over —and neither was his fun.     If the soccer field was the battlefield, then the cafeteria was the court of kings—and Reo Mikage sat squarely on the throne. At one of the reserved tables (yes, Reo somehow had a reserved table in an elementary school cafeteria), a grand buffet was laid out across pristine white cloth. Silverware gleamed, imported fruits sparkled under the cafeteria lights, and a bodyguard—sunglasses indoors, earpiece in place, built like a refrigerator—stood dutifully beside Reo, slicing premium roast beef with precision. Reo leaned back, grinning like the heir he was, surveying his feast. Beside him, Itoshi Rin sat quietly, his simple bento box open in front of him. Grilled fish, rice, vegetables—balanced, healthy, and entirely unimpressed by the extravagant spread next to him. Not that it saved him. “Oi, Rin, eat this too,” Reo said casually, using his chopsticks to drop a perfectly cut piece of wagyu beef into Rin’s bento without asking. Rin shot him a glare but didn’t protest—he knew by now that arguing with Reo over food was pointless. Instead, he picked up the piece with a quiet “hmph” and kept eating. On Rin’s other side, Nagi was slouched in his chair, half-asleep as Reo dutifully fed him bites of sushi like it was a daily routine. “Chew, Nagi,” Reo muttered, slipping another piece into his mouth. Nagi just hummed in response, eyes barely open. Across the cafeteria, Kaiser was seething at the sight. “A bodyguard?! Who the hell brings a bodyguard to lunch?!” he hissed, stabbing another grape while Isagi and Bachira watched with varying degrees of amusement. But the chaos didn’t stop there. Near the back of the cafeteria, behind a large potted plant, shady dealings were taking place. A boy with pristine blond hair, polished shoes, and an aura far too elegant for a eight-year-old adjusted his hair as he extended a hand—holding a delicate macaron like it was currency. “Pleasure doing business with you,” said Charles Chevalier, his French accent smooth as silk. In front of him, a fifth grader shakily handed over a small cup of black coffee—procured from the teacher’s lounge through means better left undisclosed. Charles inspected the coffee, nodded in approval, and slipped the macaron into the boy’s hand like a seasoned broker. “Same time tomorrow,” Charles said, disappearing back into the crowd with the grace of a mafia prince. By the time he returned to his table, he was already nibbling on another macaron from his endless supply—because of course he had more. The trades were just for fun… and control. Meanwhile, back at Reo’s royal buffet, the bodyguard finished slicing the last piece of meat, bowed slightly, and resumed his position—stoic, silent, terrifying. As the bodyguard placed some on Rin’s bento as well. And Nagi noticed a stare coming from Isagi’s lunch tables directions as he just breathed out a small sigh of” heh” and somehow that heh was mocking but monotonous ???  Kaiser finally snapped. “THAT’S IT—” he stood up, grabbing his tray like he was about to march over and declare war. Isagi sighed, pulling him back by the shirt. “Sit down, idiot. You already lost the lunch flex. Don’t make it worse.” Bachira giggled, stealing another bite of Isagi’s ramen. “Ne, Yoichi, I wanna trade with Charles next! Do you think he likes crayons?” Isagi didn’t have the energy to respond. At Reo’s table, Rin finished his meal, quietly closing his bento. His teal eyes flicked toward the commotion across the room—where Kaiser looked five seconds away from flipping a table. “…Pathetic,” Rin muttered under his breath, standing up as Nagi slowly followed, still chewing lazily. Reo grinned as he packed up his untouched desserts. “Don’t worry, Rin. I’m sure your little blond admirer will come bother you again soon.” “Tch.” Rin didn’t dignify that with a response. It looked good the blonde lunch Rin noticed But thought the blond lunch…was a bit much and their was no rice… did the blond idiot not have rice at home? Rin looked down at his lunch and thought that was a bit sad. ( aww Rin oblivious of different cultures he’s a kid European meals don’t make sense ;-; ) Hah! Whatever why should Rin care if that blond has rice or not it’s not his problem! Serves him right for ruining Rin’s winning streak!! 

Rin glanced back at the blond arguing with isagi as he aggressively eats his food and bachira steals some wich the blond dosnt notice.As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, students scattered—some still buzzing over Charles’ latest trade deal, others gossiping about the inevitable clash between Reo’s empire and Kaiser’s ego. But one thing was certain—this school wasn’t big enough for all these elementary school power plays. 
after their last classThe final bell rang, echoing through the halls of Blue Lock Elementary, signaling freedom for the day. Inside Class 4-A, students bustled around, grabbing their little yellow hats and strapping on their oversized randoseru backpacks. The usual end-of-day chatter filled the room—plans for after-school soccer matches, complaints about homework, and the occasional argument over who got to borrow the class soccer ball. But amidst the typical noise, one voice stood out. “Hahaha~! C’est magnifique! The world is so alive right now!” shouted Charles Chevalier, practically vibrating in place as he spun around dramatically, cleary hyper caffinated, his blond hair a disheveled mess from all his excessive movement. His classmates gave him a wide berth, used to this particular brand of chaos. Standing at the front of the room, Niko-sensei pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting his life choices. His tired eyes locked onto the hyperactive French boy bouncing around like a wind-up toy. “Charles…” Niko sighed, voice flat. “How many times do I have to tell you—coffee is for adults.” Charles twirled on his heel, pointing a triumphant finger toward the ceiling like he was delivering a victory speech. “But Niko-sensei! Genius knows no age limit! The caffeine fuels my brilliance!” As he countinued speaking in emojis. Niko walked over, placing a firm hand on Charles’ shoulder before he could launch into a monologue about “artistic inspiration.” “Who gave it to you this time?” Niko asked, already scanning the room for guilty faces. Charles just giggled mischievously, zipping his lips shut and tossing the imaginary key away. “Right,” Niko muttered, motioning toward the hallway where the school nurse was probably already prepping the “Charles cooldown room.” “Let’s go before you try to trade macarons for stocks again.” As Niko gently dragged a still-chattering Charles out of the classroom, the rest of the kids continued getting ready to leave. At the back of the room, Rin quietly adjusted his hat, slipping his arms through his backpack straps with practiced efficiency. His teal eyes flicked toward the door where Charles had been hauled away, then back to Reo, who was still organizing his designer stationery like they weren’t in elementary school. “How does he even get coffee every time?” Rin muttered. Reo shrugged, slinging his custom-made backpack over his shoulder. “Some say Charles has contacts in every grade. Others say he bribes the janitor.” Beside them, Nagi yawned loudly, his hat slightly crooked as he lazily followed Rin out the door like a sleepy duckling. Down the hall, Class 5-B was equally chaotic. Isagi was tying his shoelaces while Bachira tried balancing his hat on his knee for no reason other than “Yoichi, look what I can do~!” As the students filtered out toward the gates, the PTA members began arriving—Noel Noa towering in the distance, Ego adjusting his tie like he was preparing for war, and Chris Prince waving at random moms like he was some kind of celebrity (which, to be fair, he was). Isagi and Bachira stood awkwardly as Ego arrived—dressed in his usual black outfit, adjusting his glasses like he was about to enter a war room. “Yoichi.You’re staying. The meeting starts in five, meguru your moms busy your going home with us today” Ego said bluntly, already walking past them without waiting for a response. Bachira beamed, “Yay~! More time at school!” Isagi groaned, “That’s not a good thing, Bachira…” And of course, Kaiser was lounging by the entrance, crown sticker perfectly placed, as Noel Noa pulled up in a sleek black car. Noa didn’t say a word—just gave Kaiser a nod, which was all the blond needed to know. Kaiser’s sharp eyes flicked over to Rin, who was still glaring at the idea of being stuck here longer because of the PTA meeting. He watched as Rin looked to his left and right and was making his way “ stealthily “ towards the gate when “Looks like we’re all stuck here, Prinzessin,” Kaiser called out, strolling over with that infuriating grin. “Don’t talk to me,” Rin snapped back immediately, tugging his backpack strap tighter. 

as kaiser talked louder causing a teacher to see them and how close they were to the gate ushering them closer to the school building and closing the gate. Rin was about to go feral but teachers and parents were around and he had a  reputation d@mn it. Plus if Sae and his parents had to come in because Rin fought a kid after school was over Rin would never be able to live with himself.Moments later, the school staff began herding the remaining kids—the “PTA children”—toward a side room connected to the meeting hall. “Children of PTA members, please wait here until the meeting concludes,” Ms. Anri said sweetly, clearly trying to ignore the fact that these particular kids were a ticking time bomb when left together. As the door to the meeting room closed behind the adults, the kids sat in silence… for about five seconds. Then Charles spoke up, still bouncing slightly in his seat. “Anyone care for a macaron trade while we wait?” he offered, already pulling out his stash. Kaiser leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Only if you’ve got something worth my time.” Bachira was already poking Isagi. “Yoichi~ let’s play soccer in the hallway when the teachers aren’t looking!” Rin, sitting as far from Kaiser as possible, muttered, “I should’ve just run away when I had the chance…” 

The PTA meeting room was surprisingly quiet at first. A long table stretched across the room, neatly arranged with bottled water, notepads, and a sad tray of complimentary cookies. A projector hummed softly, casting the title slide—“Quarterly PTA Assembly”—onto the whiteboard. For a brief, fleeting moment, it almost looked like a normal parent-teacher meeting. At the head of the table, Noel Noa stood up smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored shirt. His icy blue gaze swept over the room with calm authority. “Let’s begin,” he said simply, his deep voice carrying effortlessly. A few of the normal parents sitting at the far end of the table whispered among themselves, eyes wide. “Wait… isn’t that Noel Noa?”“The football legend?! Why is he at our PTA meeting??”“Does he have a kid here?”“I heard he’s French but lived in Germany, but he speaks Japanese so well…” Noa ignored the murmurs, sliding his hands into his pockets. “For those unaware, I’m Noel Noa. I represent my… ward, Michael Kaiser.” That only made the whispers louder. Some parents were already pulling out their phones under the table to Google him. Before anyone could recover from the shock of having an international football star casually chairing the PTA, a loud clap echoed through the room. “Alright, enough fanboying,” came Chris Prince’s voice as he stood up, flashing a dazzling smile and flexing without even trying. “Chris Prince here—Reo Mikage’s uncle . If anyone wants fitness tips after this, feel free to ask.” A couple of the moms blushed while others rolled their eyes. Across the table, Loki was leaning back dangerously in his chair, arms behind his head, grinning like a kid who definitely wasn’t taking this seriously. “ Loki, acting guardian of Charles. Let’s keep this fun, yeah?” he said, smiling at a random dad who looked deeply confused. Finally, with a dramatic shuffle of papers, Ego Jinpachi stood up, adjusting his glasses with a sharp glint in his eyes. “Ego. Isagi Yoichi’s father figure,” he stated bluntly, clicking the projector to the next slide labeled:“The Path to Creating the Perfect Striker: A Parental Responsibility” A tense silence followed as everyone stared at the title. “Uh… isn’t this meeting about the school festival planning?” one confused mother asked. “Irrelevant,” Ego snapped, already pulling out a laser pointer.
their were no teachers or school personal in this meeting so you could imagine..it was survival of the best..or well the loudest in some cases??Before things could spiral further, the door creaked open—and in walked Sae Itoshi, late as usual, phone still in hand as he scanned for an empty seat. “Itoshi Sae,” he muttered without looking up, taking a seat farthest from everyone like he wanted to disappear. More whispers broke out. “Isn’t he that famous midfielder?”“What is this, a celebrity PTA??”“His little brother is that quiet kid…” Chris leaned over to Loki, smirking. “Bet Sae didn’t even want to show up.” Loki chuckled. “He looked five seconds away from walking back out.” Meanwhile, Noa tried to regain control. “Let’s stay on topic. First, we’ll review student progress. I’d like to know if Michael will benefit from this school or not i don’t want to waste time” That’s when Ego immediately cut in without looking at noa “Let’s forget irrelevant waste of time small talk, Isagi Yoichi has shown exceptional spatial awareness and adaptability this quarter. Clearly surpassing his peers.” Chris scoffed, standing up again. “Hold on—Reo’s been top of his class in both academics and athletics. Balance is key, y’know? Can’t just raise a soccer robot.” Loki raised his hand still smilling. “Charles has mastered five languages this month and closed three macaron trade deals. I’d say that’s peak education.” And Sae? He didn’t even bother looking up, already texting Rin to hurry up and finish the meeting snacks so they could leave faster. Within minutes, the so-called “civil” PTA meeting had turned into a battlefield of flexing, subtle jabs, and outright ego wars—each adult trying to prove why their kid was superior.Someone pulled up a chair as pachinko talked them down The normal parents at the far end of the table? Silently questioning why they even bothered showing up.Meanwhile, in the waiting room… Bachira was stacking chairs to create a goalpost, Isagi was at first trying (and failing) to stop him then gave up, Charles was organizing a macaron auction, Reo was checking stock prices on his kiddie smartwatch, Nagi was asleep on two chairs pushed together, and Kaiser? Kaiser was slowly inching his chair closer to Rin’s, a smug grin on his face as Rin’s eye twitched dangerously. Because while the adults waged war in the meeting room, their kids were just as bad—if not worse.  The so-called PTA kids had been left to their own devices in a spare classroom—never a good idea. Near the door, after giving up on stopping bachira Isagi Yoichi had his ear pressed against the wall, eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he tried to make out what the adults were arguing about in the next room. “Tch… Ego’s talking about ‘optimal striker development’ again,” Isagi muttered under his breath. Behind him, Bachira changed motives and  was now busy stacking erasers on Nagi’s sleeping head, humming to himself. At the far side of the room, sitting by the window with his English picture book open like he was above all this chaos, was Itoshi Rin. His little yellow hat sat neatly beside him, and his teal eyes scanned the pages with faux elegance—like a mini scholar. Of course, peace was never an option. “Oi, Prinzessin~” came Kaiser’s voice, far too close for comfort. Rin’s eye twitched as he felt the blond menace inch closer, poking at his arm with a smug grin. “What are you reading?” Kaiser asked, already leaning over like he owned the place. Rin snapped the book with a owl cover up a little higher to block his view, scowling. “Something a lukewarm like you wouldn’t understand. It’s in English.” Kaiser raised a brow, amused. “You can read English?” Rin lifted his chin proudly, a slight huff escaping him. “Of course I can.” He flipped a page dramatically, eyes landing on a random sentence—one he definitely hadn’t read before. But pride was on the line now. With as much confidence as a nine-year-old could muster, Rin cleared his throat and read aloud: “The… catto… is… onna… chair-o.” Kaiser stared at him. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. “…You mean ‘The cat is on the chair’?” he drawled, blue eyes gleaming with pure mischief. “Why’d you add all those extra sounds, hm? And that’s not even what it says on that page” Rin froze. His brain short-circuited as he glanced down at the page—too late that he’d just blurted out whatever random “English-sounding” phrase he’d memorized from TV commercials. Usually it worked people praised him and other older kids stared at him in awe and yet.. A faint blush crept up his cheeks, his pride cracking under the weight of embarrassment. His hold on the book got tighter  But Rin being Rin, he immediately went on the defensive. “Y-You don’t know what you’re talking about!!” he snapped, slamming the book shut. “You can’t even speak English!!” Kaiser leaned in even closer, practically nose-to-nose now, enjoying every second of Rin’s flustered state. “Kann ich nicht?” Kaiser replied smoothly—in perfect German—before switching back to Japanese with a grin. “I speak three languages, Prinzessin. What’s your excuse?” Rin’s blush deepened as he shoved Kaiser back with both hands, his scowl fierce but his ears burning red. “Shut up! Go bother someone else, you stupid blond mop!!” Kaiser just laughed, letting himself be pushed back like he’d already won—because in his mind, he had. “You’re cute when you get all defensive,” he teased, hands behind his head as he leaned against the wall, still watching Rin like a wolf pup toying with a cornered kitten. Rin turned away sharply, reopening his book—this time actually reading, determined not to embarrass himself again. Across the room, Isagi sighed as he finally gave up trying to eavesdrop. “They’re still arguing…” he muttered, turning just in time to see Kaiser dodging while smirking at a very flustered Rin snaping at him. “…What did I miss?” Isagi asked suspiciously. Bachira, now balancing a pencil on top of Nagi’s eraser tower, giggled. “Kaiser’s bullying Rin-chan again~!” “I’m NOT being bullied!” Rin snapped from his corner, face still faintly pink. Kaiser just winked. “Not yet, anyway.” “Pssst… Yoichi~” Bachira’s mischievous whisper echoed through the classroom as he tugged on Isagi’s sleeve, eyes gleaming with that familiar “let’s cause trouble” sparkle. Isagi raised a brow, already sensing danger. “What is it now, Bachira?” Bachira grinned wide, holding up a small rubber soccer ball he’d “borrowed” from the equipment box. “Let’s play in the hallway~!” Isagi glanced toward the door nervously. “We’re not supposed to—” “Exactly~!” Bachira beamed, already tiptoeing toward the exit like a cartoon villain. Across the room, Kaiser perked up from where he was still lounging, keeping a side-eye on Rin. “Hallway soccer? Count me in.” Charles, who had been reorganizing his macaron stash payed no mind as he grinned talking to the deserts like some kid from a horror movie reo immediately stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his uniform. “If we’re doing this, I’ll referee. Every match needs proper order.” “You just want to make up rules so you can get bribed,” Isagi muttered, but he was already following Bachira out into the hall because—let’s face it—this was inevitable. Nagi? Still asleep. No one even bothered trying. Finally, all eyes drifted to Rin, still sitting by the window with his book open, pretending like he couldn’t hear them. “Oi, Pretty Boy,” Kaiser called, already bouncing the ball on his knee. “Gonna sit there like a doll, or are you gonna play like a real striker?” Rin didn’t even glance up. “I don’t waste my time on childish games. I only play soccer with mature people  like my nii-chan not little kids like you” Kaiser snorts as he whispers to Charles “ he’s talking? How tall is he? He’s not even 4ft”Rin glared at kaisers direction not able to hear what kaisers saying but for some reason still annoyed must be the blonde faces smug face”Bachira peeked back into the room, pouting. “But Rin-chaaaan~ it’ll be fun!” Kaiser smirked, sensing the perfect opportunity to strike. He casually walked over, stopping just beside Rin’s desk. “Yeah, stay here,” Kaiser said with a shrug, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Wouldn’t want you to break a nail or mess up your pretty little hair trying to keep up with us.” Rin’s grip on his book tightened. Teal eyes slowly lifted, glaring daggers at the blond who was clearly begging for a fight. “…I could wipe the floor with you in my sleep,” Rin muttered coldly, snapping the book shut. Kaiser grinned, leaning in. “Prove it, Prinzessin.” A tense beat passed—then Rin stood up, snatching his yellow hat and shoving it onto his head with a scowl. “Fine. Don’t cry when you lose.” Bachira cheered, skipping down the hallway as Reo strutted ahead, already announcing: “Welcome to the first unofficial Blue Lock Hallway Cup! Referee Reo presiding!” Within minutes, desks had been pushed aside, and the wide corridor outside the classroom became their makeshift soccer field—backpacks as goalposts, a “no teachers allowed” zone hastily agreed upon. “Teams?” Isagi asked, stretching. “Me and Yoichi~!” Bachira chimed, latching onto Isagi’s arm. Kaiser immediately slung an arm around Rin’s shoulders, ignoring the deadly glare he received. “Guess that makes us a team, Prinzessin.” “Don’t touch me,” Rin growled, shrugging him off. Reo raised his hand dramatically. “First to 3 goals wins. Bribes accepted. No snitching if we get caught.” And just like that, the game kicked off—Bachira darting forward with wild, unpredictable dribbles, Isagi strategizing on the fly, Kaiser showing off with fancy footwork, and Rin moving with sharp precision, dead set on humiliating Kaiser. Their quiet waiting room had become a warzone of laughter, taunts, and the sound of sneakers squeaking against polished floors. Somewhere mid-game: “Keep up, Pretty Boy!” Kaiser called as he flicked the ball past Rin. “I am—watch your ankles,” Rin snapped back, stealing the ball with a swift, calculated move that had Kaiser raising a brow in genuine approval. Isagi groaned as Bachira tried a rainbow flick indoors. “We’re gonna get detention for this…” “Worth it~!” Bachira sang, chasing after the ball. Charles, meanwhile, blew on a whistle he absolutely wasn’t supposed to have leaving his macarons as Reo left to go be with Nagi mid match to shield him from the oncoming ball” FOUL! That’ll cost you one macaron or a favor later!” As the score hit 2-2, tension rose—because now, it wasn’t just a game. It was pride. And neither Rin nor Kaiser were about to lose.  “Next on the agenda—” Ego’s calm voice echoed through the meeting room, “—the upcoming School Festival.” For a brief moment, the room was civil again. A few regular parents nodded along, flipping through the printed handouts about food stalls, class performances, and decoration duties. But of course, the peace didn’t last. “I propose,” Chris Prince began, flashing his signature grin as he stood up, sleeves rolled up to show off his perfectly sculpted arms, “that we add a fitness booth. Promote healthy living, show the kids the value of physical strength. I’ll even host a demonstration—free of charge.” Some of the moms looked way too enthusiastic about that offer. Noa raised a brow but said nothing—he was already predicting where this was headed. Before anyone could respond, Ego adjusted his glasses with that dangerous glint. “Ridiculous,” Ego snapped. “The Cultural Festival should be a place to cultivate ambition, not vanity. I suggest a strategic thinking workshop. Chess, puzzles—mental training. Far more valuable than watching you flex, Prince.” Chris scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh please, Ego. No one’s lining up to solve puzzles when they can watch excellence in motion.”
noa imedetly says “ I would line up” looking intensely in ego’s direction. Ego immediately goes “i changed my mind. we’re not doing that”
At this point, Lavhino was practically vibrating in his seat from amusement, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Or,” Loki chimed in with a sly grin, “we let the kids run a macaron and coffee trade stall. Teach them about business, negotiation, and how to bend rules without breaking them.” A collective groan came from the normal PTA members, realizing Loki was serious. Sae, still sitting in the back scrolling through his phone, finally spoke up—voice flat and clearly done with all of them. “Why don’t we just stick to what’s on the schedule? Food stalls. Performances. Call it a day.” Chris laughed. “Where’s the fun in that, Itoshi? You’re too boring for someone so famous.” Sae didn’t even look up. “And you’re too loud for someone irrelevant.” “Ooooh~!” Lavhino cackled, loving every second. Finally, Noa sighed—clearly regretting accepting the role of PTA chair this month. “Focus,” Noa said sharply, his voice enough to make even Chris and Ego pause. “The school gave us guidelines. We need volunteers for stalls, performances, and supervising the haunted house.” Ego immediately raised his hand. “Isagi will handle the haunted house. Perfect opportunity to sharpen his spatial awareness under pressure.” Chris grinned. “Reo will run a luxury dessert stall—teach the other kids what real quality tastes like.” Loki stretched, smiling . “Charles and Reo can handle the trade booth. Who better to run an economy?” Noa rubbed his temples, already predicting the chaos this would unleash. “Kaiser will do the soccer penalty shootout stall,” he added simply. All eyes drifted to Sae, who looked utterly uninterested. “Rin?” Chris prompted with a smirk. “Gonna make him do calligraphy or something traditional?” Sae finally looked up, eyes cold. “He can do whatever he wants—as long as it doesn’t involve any of you.” “Ouch,” Loki laughed. “Protective big brother mode, huh?” As the bickering resumed—Ego arguing about “festival stalls being a chance to craft egos,” Chris pitching a full-on fitness competition, Loki suggesting bending school rules “just a little”—Noa stood up, effectively ending the debate with a single, calm command. “We’ll submit the official list to the school tomorrow, and next meeting whatever idea is accepted will be announced “ he stated, already walking toward the door. “Meeting adjourned.” The others followed—still arguing, still competitive, but at least moving. And as they headed toward the classroom to pick up their kids, none of them expected to walk into a scene of perfectly innocent students sitting like angels.  The tension in the hallway was palpable. The score stood at 2-2, sweat dripping down faces, breaths coming fast. Kaiser’s foot hovered over the ball, that signature smug grin plastered on his face as he prepared to steal the final goal and, more importantly, the glory. “Better luck next time, Prinzessin,” he teased, flicking the ball forward. But before he could make his triumphant shot— Nagi’s who was asleep, his eyes suddenly opened as he mutterd”…Parents.” The single word was muttered so quietly it was almost missed—but for these kids, it was as loud as a siren. All heads snapped toward Nagi, who hadn’t moved an inch for the past hour—until now. His sleepy eyes were barely open as he repeated, “They’re coming…” “Move, move, MOVE!!” Reo barked like a military commander, already sprinting into action. The hallway erupted into a flurry of chaos, but it was organized chaos—the kind only kids who’ve been caught too many times could pull off. “Charles, the ball!” Reo ordered. “On it!” Charles snapped, stuffing the rubber soccer ball into his bag like it was contraband. He immediately grabbed a nearby Japanese alphabet chart, flipping it open and pretending to study like the model student he definitely wasn’t. Bachira and Isagi dove into the classroom, snatching up crayons and paper, quickly doodling nonsense but making it look educational. “Desks back in position—NOW!” Reo commanded as he pushed the last makeshift goalpost (aka two chairs) into place with military precision. Kaiser? The audacity king simply strolled back into the room, dropping into the seat beside Rin, who was already seated by the window, pretending to be deeply engrossed in his English picture book—as if he hadn’t just been sprinting down the hallway five seconds ago. Kaiser lazily swayed in his chair, hands behind his head, casting a sidelong glance at Rin. “Nice save, Pretty Boy,” he muttered with a smirk. Rin didn’t even look up, flipping a page with faux elegance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nagi collapsed back onto his pushed-together chairs, instantly resuming his “nap.” Reo sat primly at his desk, calmly clicking away on an abacus, like he was calculating stock trends instead of hiding evidence of a soccer match. Charles adjusted his posture, holding the chart at the perfect angle in case any adult peeked in—he even pushed his glasses up for added effect. By the time the classroom door opened, it was a picture of absolute perfection. The parents filtered in—Noel Noa, Ego, Chris Prince, Loki, and Sae—all stepping inside, mid-conversation, with varying levels of exhaustion and superiority. Ego’s sharp gaze swept the room first, narrowing suspiciously at how… well-behaved everyone looked. “Hm. Too quiet,” he muttered. Chris Prince, on the other hand, grinned proudly. “Look at them—model students! Must be the result of great parenting, right?” Loki snorted, clearly unconvinced but entertained. Noa simply raised a brow, his sharp eyes catching the faintest trace of a scuff mark on the floor—a telltale sign of recent soccer activity—but chose to say nothing. Sae didn’t care enough to notice. He just pointed at Rin. “Let’s go.” Rin stood up smoothly, tucking his owl book under his arm like he’d been doing nothing but reading about cats in English all day ( the book has no cats its all about owls) Kaiser gave him a little wave as he walked past, earning a glare in return. As the kids filed out of the classroom, the illusion of innocence still hanging in the air, Rin adjusted his backpack, keeping his usual cool, aloof demeanor. But as he passed by the door, Kaiser casually slowed his pace beside him, that infuriating grin tugging at his lips. He leaned in just enough for only Rin to hear, voice low and teasing: “By the way… your book? It was upside down.” Rin froze mid-step, teal eyes snapping toward Kaiser in pure disbelief. “W-What?!” he hissed, face flushing with a mix of rage and embarrassment. Kaiser just winked, already turning away to catch up with Noa who was inside the classroom talking with Chris prince as he got ready to take Reo home “See you tomorrow, Prinzessin~.” Rin’s fists clenched at his sides as he stormed after him. “WHY didn’t you tell me THEN, you stupid mop-headed—!*” “Language, Rin,” Sae called lazily from ahead, not even turning around. Rin gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at Kaiser’s back as the blond sauntered off like he hadn’t just ruined Rin’s entire day in a single whisper. “I swear… next time, I’m wiping that smug look off his face…” Rin muttered under his breath, fuming all the way to the car. And Kaiser? He was already thinking of new ways to get under Rin’s skin tomorrow. Because nothing was more fun than watching the “pretty boy with anger issues” lose his cool—one tease at a time. As parents began collecting their kids, Reo adjusted his tie like he’d just closed a business deal, nudging Nagi awake. Charles offered a polite bow, already whispering to a fellow student about tomorrow’s macaron trades. Of course, Noa noticed the scuffed floors.Of course, Ego noticed Isagi’s slightly too-rapid breathing.Of course, Sae saw Rin’s faint blush from whatever Kaiser whispered.But none of them said a word.Because they knew—the real chaos would happen at the school Festival.
Bachira tugged on Isagi’s sleeve, giggling. “We almost got caught~!” Isagi sighed in relief, “‘Almost’ being the key word…” As they filed out of the classroom, Noel noa finished talking with Chris prince who took Reo home. Kaiser lingered by the door, glancing back at the “battlefield” they’d expertly cleaned up. Noa gave him a look, silently telling him to move it. Kaiser just smirked to himself. his first day had gone amazingly well. Tomorrow, they’d do it all over again. Because kaiser could tell at Blue Lock Elementary, chaos wasn’t just a possibility—it was a daily tradition.'
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