In the cramped storage room, Icarus stood between the two.
“Speak up, what is it?”
Nagi Seishiro and Chigiri Hyoma exchanged a look.
Nagi Seishiro spoke first, “I feel like what I need to do is not suitable for a third person to be present.”
When Chigiri Hyoma heard this, he was instantly so angry he could laugh. “Coincidentally, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“Then I’m leaving.” Icarus immediately wanted to push past the two of them, but his hands were pulled tightly, one on the left and one on the right.
“No.” “Absolutely not.”
The two voices spoke in unison.
Icarus looked at his left hand, then at his right. They were gripped very tightly, completely devoid of any room to break free.
“Are you not intending to let me go?” the black-haired youth said helplessly, “I still have to go to work in a moment.”
The atmosphere in the dimly lit storage room was tense. The hands firmly gripping him were also struggling, unwilling to let go. Pink pupils and grey pupils locked gazes for a moment; neither side moved their line of sight.
Nagi Seishiro moved first. Keeping the grip on the black-haired youth’s right hand, he used his free hand to pull down the clothes at his neckline, the snow-white skin looking very conspicuous in the dim room.
Before Icarus could even speak, Chigiri Hyoma immediately inserted a hand between the two. “Don’t go touching him whenever you feel like it. You yourself clearly said this was a reward, right? You two obviously didn’t play soccer tonight.”
“Ah, then just treat it as paying in advance.”
“That excuse sounds like it was made up on the spot, hey!”
“However, don’t you want it?” Nagi Seishiro tilted his head. He watched Icarus’s secret swallowing motion, a trace of a smile flashing in his dull eyes.
I kind of want it.
That was what Icarus’s black pupils were saying.
“Damn it. I said it before too,” Chigiri Hyoma’s lifted outer eye corners were filled with a refusal to admit defeat, as he likewise pulled down one side of his collar, “I received too much, but don’t know how to repay it. Last time you didn’t accept. Are you going to reject me this time too?”
The snacks have suddenly become especially proactive! And there are two servings of snacks!
Surrounded by snacks, Icarus felt a bit dazed.
Happiness had come too suddenly, and he was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Which one should I eat first? Lemon tea or dark sugar? Truly a happy dilemma.
Nagi Seishiro took the lead with his preemptive advantage, moving in close to present the portion of skin on the side of his neck that Icarus loved most before the black-haired youth. Although he didn’t say a word, his actions were full of temptation.
Icarus, who had been successfully tempted: !!
In the dim light, a hint of red flashed through the vampire’s deep black pupils, stimulated by the scent of blood.
The vampire had chosen his prey. Even though his left hand was still restrained by Chigiri Hyoma, the other party was not disturbing his feeding at the moment, and Icarus had no time to spare for him.
It was still the pre-meal preparation work. Icarus kissed that patch of skin gently, and after giving his prey sufficient soothing before the meal, he revealed his fangs.
“Mmm…”
Nagi Seishiro’s grey pupils lost focus for an instant, his breathing instantly growing heavy. He opened his lips unconsciously, slowly exhaling.
It was still that familiar tactile sensation of blood being drawn away a slight pain paired with a numbing sensation like an electric shock, causing dark spots to dance before Nagi Seishiro’s eyes and his hands and feet to go soft. He stumbled a step, nearly collapsing onto Icarus, successfully reaping Chigiri Hyoma’s mockery.
“A genius can’t even stand steadily?”
Nagi Seishiro was in no mood to refute the other party’s words at the moment. All his perception was concentrated on that patch on the side of his neck. The feeling of being licked by the vampire while feeding was magnified infinitely, making him unable to stop himself from murmuring in a low voice.
“Ika…”
At this time, Icarus was also fascinated by his sucking. For the past few days, he had been sucking on Yukimiya Kenyu’s blood bags; although the blueberry-flavored Yukimiya tasted pretty good, blood bags always had a feeling of eating snacks and being unable to feel full.
Icarus sighed in satisfaction, having finally eaten a long-awaited feast.
For the first few bites, he sucked quite rapidly. He accidentally failed to control his force, causing Nagi Seishiro to let out a low, uncomfortable moan. Afterward, Icarus paid close attention to his eating speed and let go of Nagi Seishiro when he estimated it was about enough.
The released Nagi Seishiro had yet to react; he looked at the black-haired youth before him with bewildered eyes.
The other’s originally black pupils had completely turned a beautiful red. At this moment, those clear red pupils were filled with satiety, and the gaze directed at him also carried a trace of affection.
As if tempted, Nagi Seishiro reached out his hand in a daze, wanting to touch those beautiful eyes, but his outstretched hand was gripped by Icarus, who had misunderstood his intentions.
“Don’t worry. The work of stopping the bleeding is already finished.”
No, that’s not what I wanted to say.
Nagi Seishiro thought, frowning.
“First come, first served; those who are finished should step aside.”
Before Nagi Seishiro could speak, Chigiri Hyoma, who had long been unable to restrain himself, squeezed him to the side and stood firmly before Icarus.
Because he had been facing away from Icarus last time, Chigiri Hyoma didn’t know the other party’s pupils would turn such a beautiful red after ingesting a certain amount of blood. Now, seeing the red-eyed, black-haired Icarus all of a sudden, he, like Nagi Seishiro, was dazed for a moment.
If the black-haired, black-eyed youth had a calm feeling, then the red pupils added a touch of seductiveness. It was as if a noble youth had been suddenly dragged into hell, stained with a trace of an unspeakable, indescribable demonic aura/charm.
Icarus was currently relying entirely on willpower to forcibly move himself away from Nagi Seishiro’s neck. The tiny amount he had controlled himself to suck wasn’t even enough to whet his appetite.
If it had just been a bit of longing before he obtained it, then in the present moment of having obtained it but being unable to be fully satisfied, Icarus’s longing for blood had reached its peak. At this moment, a ball of fire seemed to be burning in his stomach, frantically clamoring to satisfy its desire.
“I want it.”
Unconsciously, Icarus murmured. He was still staring straight at a small patch of skin on the side of Chigiri Hyoma’s neck, and the swallowing motion on his neck was very obvious.
Here it comes again, that sensation of being stared at by a beast.
Chigiri Hyoma felt his heart beating very fast at this moment. The sixth sense of being targeted was warning him to immediately distance himself from the dangerous creature before him. But a secret excitement surging from the depths of his heart made it seem as if his feet had taken root.
The neck targeted by the vampire seemed to be burning; in a daze, it felt as if he had recalled that comfortable, trembling sensation from the last time he was bitten.
Seeing Chigiri Hyoma standing dazed in place without moving, the impatient Icarus took the initiative to lean forward. Chigiri Hyoma’s leaning angle was just right; he only needed to lean forward one more step to drink
“How cunning.”
A sense of restriction suddenly came from his waist; Icarus looked down. Nagi Seishiro’s two long arms were wrapped around his waist.
“Truly cunning,” Nagi Seishiro elongated his voice, saying lazily.
“Pot calling the kettle black.”
Chigiri Hyoma, having been interrupted, frowned and glanced at Nagi Seishiro behind Icarus, “Don’t you hate training the most? Training until so late every day I see your motives aren’t simple either. Are you deliberately waiting for someone?”
Pink pupils and grey pupils locked gazes, and it was as if crackling lightning sparked in the air.
Icarus, still out of the loop, was completely baffled.
Why did these two suddenly start chatting? Why does this atmosphere feel so weird?
Icarus lowered his head, attempting to reason with the giant mascot around his waist, “Nagi, it’s already very late, and I have already received your reward. How about you go back and rest?”
“No,” Nagi Seishiro chose to bury his head in Icarus’s waist, “Can’t hear you… unless you chase Chigiri away too.”
Watching Nagi Seishiro’s refusal to communicate, Icarus sighed deeply.
Seeing that it wasn’t early anymore, Icarus could only say, “Whether it’s you or Chigiri, it’s time to rest and time to go back. What will happen to tomorrow’s training otherwise?”
“I won’t chase you away. Whether Chigiri wants to come for a knee re-check or you want to find me for soccer practice, I am happy to accompany you whenever I have free time.”
After all, they were both seeds for the world’s number one striker that he had his eye on.
Seeing the atmosphere broken, Chigiri Hyoma understood that he likely wouldn’t be able to achieve his goal today. He took the initiative to yield and said goodbye to Icarus. “Then I’ll go rest first. See you tomorrow.”
Icarus nodded and lowered his head again to look at the most troublesome Miffy rabbit.
Watching Chigiri Hyoma’s figure disappear outside the door, Nagi Seishiro let go reluctantly.
“Accompany me.”
Icarus took a deep breath, then raised his fist.
“Nagi Seishiro, you better stop while you’re ahead. If you act up again, you won’t need to sleep tonight.”
Nagi Seishiro pouted aggrievedly, slowly climbing down from the sofa. His curled-up body stretched out rapidly, his 1.9-meter height bringing a substantial sense of oppression.
“See you tomorrow, then.”
Nagi Seishiro’s grey pupils stared earnestly at the black-haired youth before him.
“See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow; hurry and go rest.”
Watching Nagi Seishiro’s dragging figure disappear outside the door, Icarus sighed in exhaustion.
…
On the day the World Striker Team left, Icarus saw them off. At the moment of parting, Luna sighed regretfully.
“It will be a while before I see you again.”
Icarus: Too sticky, truly too sticky. Is this what a passionate Spaniard is like?
“If you are interested in the Blue Lock project, I welcome you to come as a guest at any time,” the black-haired youth raised his brows.
Luna smiled slightly, “It was not easy to wait until the summer break for me to be able to come and play here; if I were to be absent from the subsequent La Liga matches, your brother wouldn’t agree.”
Icarus, who instantly remembered that Luna was the noble son of RE.AL: …
Damn it! How come not a single striker he cultivated this time can beat this Spaniard! When will his dream of cultivating strikers to blast RE.AL into pieces be realized!
…
Soon, the third selection kicked off.
Icarus sat before the screen, watching as Ego Jinpachi read out the names of the six people standing at the very front.
“The above are the six people I have selected,” Ego Jinpachi’s eyes, hidden behind his lenses, swept over the crowd from on high, “They will be divided into groups ABC; you can freely choose which group to team up with.”
The list of the six people appeared synchronously on the screen. Icarus looked at it carefully.
First place, Itoshi Rin.
As expected.
Second place, Shidou Ryusei.
…Why is that pink-haired weirdo ranked so high.
Third place, Karasu Tabito.
Ah, it’s the kind person I saw in the cafeteria that day.
Fourth place, Otoya Eita.
Never seen him before. The green dye on top of his head is very distinctive.
Fifth place, Yukimiya Kenyu.
First time seeing a soccer player who wears glasses… is it really okay during a match?
Thinking of this, Icarus quickly pulled up Yukimiya Kenyu’s match records in Blue Lock. Watching Yukimiya wearing orange sports glasses in the video, Icarus was lost in thought.
At the same time, the belated sixth place also appeared on the screen. Nagi Seishiro’s avatar appeared at the very end.
“From now on, you will have 24 hours to consider,” a countdown appeared on the screen.
The pitch-black screen reflected the solemn expressions of everyone. After all, unlike before, this round of selection only gave one opportunity to showcase oneself; the competition would be even more intense. And Icarus, as the doctor, finally chose to watch in person this time, rather than through a camera.
The members of the first match walked slowly into the stadium. At the same time, Icarus had already appeared on the field; his unfamiliar face attracted many who were not yet familiar with him.
Chigiri Hyoma spotted the black-haired youth sitting languidly by the spectator stands, yawning. At this moment, there was a first-aid kit at his side, likely for handling any emergencies that might occur on the field.
He left his temporary teammates and walked over quickly, stopping in front of Icarus.
“You came to watch my match today. I won’t let you down,” Chigiri Hyoma’s pink pupils were filled with determination, “I will become the world’s number one striker.”
The light before him was suddenly blocked; Icarus had just subconsciously raised his head when he heard a familiar voice. He smiled, “Alright, I’m looking forward to it.”
Also, not just today. I have always been paying attention to you all.
“Oh my, what did I find?” Shidou Ryusei forcefully pushed Chigiri Hyoma aside, “Someone who vanished after running away that night has appeared again~”
That night?
Chigiri Hyoma, catching the keyword, frowned.
“Hey, tell me, what is your name?” Shidou Ryusei opened his eyes, which were lined with full black eyeliner, and his body suddenly moved in close.
Icarus dodged to the side quickly, “I said it before: people who are bad at soccer aren’t worthy of knowing my name.”
“Is that so?” Shidou Ryusei rubbed his hair in frustration, then suddenly said in a high-pitched voice, “Then how about the other way around?”
“Hey!” Chigiri Hyoma finally couldn’t listen anymore, and frowned as he interrupted.
“What are you guys chatting idly about over there?” Ego Jinpachi’s cold voice came from the speakers overhead, “If you don’t want to play soccer, you can take the initiative to forfeit.”
Shidou Ryusei shrugged and took a step back. The moment before he turned to leave, he looked down from on high at Icarus, who was sitting in the chair.
“In this match, I will let you cheer for my name alone.”