A few days later, Yuki’s alarm went off.

“Yuu! Wake up!” His mom called from downstairs. Yuki opened his eyes slowly, putting his alarm on snooze.

“Five more minutes…!!” Yuki groaned.

“No, you have to go grab bread from the bakery!!” His mom shouted. Yuki got out of bed, putting his kit on. He then put his tracksuit on over it. He then grabbed his duffel bag which had his cleats, socks, and shin guards. He looked back at his mirror, seeing the number seven on his back with his last name. He smiled.

"Hey, brother's-idiot-winger-friend!!" A familiar voice shouted. Yuki raised a brow, looking to his left. Aya walked over holding a small paper bag. Yuki jogged over to her, raising a brow.

"Why're you here? I thought you hate soccer...?" Yuki asked. Aya looked up at him with a pouted face.

"Shut up, I can be here if I want to..." Aya said. Yuki looked surprised,

"Anyways... As the club manager, it is my job to deliver this..." Aya said. She pulled a jersey out of the paper bag.

"YOU'RE THE CLUB MANAGER!!??" Yuki shouted in shock. Aya's eyes widened. Her face was red as she looked away in embarrassment.

"J-Just take the jersey idiot..." Aya said. She shoved the jersey into Yuki's chest. Yuki grabbed the jersey, looking down at it for a second.

"Hey- Aya-..." Yuki said. He looked up, but she was already walking away. Yuki moved the jersey away from his chest, looking down at it. His eyes widened in shock. Back in the present, a few minutes later, Yuki would be walking down the street in socks and slides. He’d walk into the bakery.

“Good morning!” Said an older woman's voice in the kitchen.

“Morning!” Yuki said in response. He sanded in front of the showcase of bread and treats. An older woman the walked up to the counter.

“Ah, Yuki, what can I get you?” The baker asked. Yuki rubbed his chin,

“One sourdough, one baguette, and a pretzel loaf.” Yuki said. The baker nodded,

“Could you put them in one big bag together?” Yuki asked. The baked nodded once again,

“Sure thing, this for your mom?” The baker asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to drop this off at the house then go to practice!” Yuki said. The baker raised a brow, putting the bread in the bag.

“Practice?” The baker asked. She stood up straight, looking at Yuki’s clothes.

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“You’re playing Soccer again?” The baker asked. Yuki nodded,

“Yeah, I have a game today!” Yuki said.

“I have a niece who loves soccer, maybe we’ll come to one of your games.” The baker said. Yuki smiled,

“That’d be great!” Yuki said. The baker handed Yuki the bag of bread,

“Here you go!” The baker said. Yuki nodded, placing the cash on the counter.

“Thanks you, Baker-Lady!” Yuki said. The baker smiled, watching Yuki walk out of the bakery. Yuki got back on his bike, riding down the street. He arrived back at his house, placing the bag on the front porch and knocking on the door. He then got back on his bike, speeding down the street. He then arrived at his school, putting his bike next to a fence and locking it. He then ran around to the bus at the back of the school.

“Sorry, am I late…” Yuki said. It was all quiet, nobody else was there. He looked at his phone, noticing he was 30 minutes early.

“Well… I guess I’m early… I’ll wait and get some practice in…” Yuki said. He grabbed a ball out of his duffle bag. He dribbled into the middle of the pitch. He then flicked it up in the air, juggling it with his feet. Footsteps were then heard approaching the pitch. Yuki looked over, raising a brow. Nuguchi walked over, seeing Yuki. He scoffed, taking walking to the opposite side of the pitch away from Yuki.

“Nuguchi’s here…” Yuki internalized. A few minutes would pass as the two kinda let eachother be. Yuki then flicked up his ball, catching it. He walked over to Nuguchi with an awkward smile.

“Hey… Hiroki… I was-”

”Who said you could use my first name…?” Nuguchi interrupted him. Yuki looked nervous,

“S-Sorry… But i was uh wondering if you could help me with something…” Yuki asked. Nuguchi glared at him.

“What gave you that idea… You’re the one who stole my number and my starting spot.” Nuguchi said. Yuki sighed,

“Well… Thats the past…” Yuki said. Nuguchi scoffed,

“I’ll get my spot back… Then I’ll destroy you… You’ll see.” Nuguchi said. Yuki sighed,

“Can you atleast help me with my drill?” Yuki asked.

“Too impaitent to wait for your prince charming-”

“Hey!- He’s just my friend alright, I like women.” Yuki said.

“I didn’t think you were capable of liking women, I thought Sano was your type.” Nuguchi teased.

“S-Shut up…” Yuki said with an annoyed look.

“Fine, I’ll help you with your drill, Cinderella…” Nuguchi walked toward the goal. Yuki looked at Nuguchi annoyed,

“Get back here you bastard, I’m gonna kill ya!!” Yuki said. Nuguchi scoffed,

“Not before I kill you first.” Nuguchi said with an evil grin. Yuki looked horrified.

“Calm down, get over here and lets do your drill.” Nuguchi said. Yuki would placed four cones in a vertical line a few feet from the box. He placed the ball on the ground at his feet. Nuguchi stood diagonally a few feet away from the cones. Yuki would dribble towards the cones, then weaving between all the cones, maintaining control of the ball. Once he got past all the cones, he passed the ball to Nuguchi.

“Pass back!” Yuki shouted. Nuguchi scoffed, passing the ball back to Yuki.

“Don’t order me around!” Nuguchi shouted. Yuki then went for the shot, kicking the ball towards the goal. Yuki made a shocked face for a second. Though, the ball went a little high, knocking off the top post. Yuki gave Nuguchi an annoyed look.

“Shut… Up… Please.” Yuki said. Footsteps were then heard approaching.

“You guys want help…?” Hiroki said. Yuki and Nuguchi looked over, seeing Takeshi and Hiroki. Yuki smiled,

“Yeah, that’d be awesome, thanks guys!” Yuki said. Takeshi put his goalie gloves on, walking over to the goal. Yuki walked a foot away from the first cone, placing the ball on the ground. He dribbled toward the cones. He would weave through the cones, dribbling with the ball. Once he got past the last cone, he passed the ball to Nuguchi. Nuguchi passed the ball back and Yuki kicked the ball toward the goal. Hiroki then pointed his finger right. Takeshi then skipped to his right, catching the ball. Yuki’s eyes widened in shock,

“He… Predicted it…!?” Yuki internalized. Takeshi tossed the ball to Yuki.

“Yuki…” Hiroki said. Yuki looked over,

“What…?” Yuki asked,

“That was predictable… Let me show you how to fool the goal keeper…” Hiroki said.