BLACK BELT STRIKER - Blue Lock x reader

The echoes of her past, the rhythmic thuds of fists against leather, faded into the sterile hum of Blue Lock. (Y/n), now Akamine Hiro, felt the uncomfortable constriction of the chest binder, a constant, physical reminder of the elaborate deception she maintained. Around her, the clamor of 299 male voices, each buzzing with an ego she barely understood, threatened to overwhelm her.

Ego Jinpachi's voice, a chilling pronouncement from the screen, cut through the noise, painting a brutal reality: "Only one of you will become the world's greatest striker. The rest will be locked off, their soccer careers ended." The words, though aimed at a world she was new to, resonated with a familiar, ruthless logic.

Then came the 'game'—a chaotic, brutal game of tag where elimination was the ultimate penalty. Hiro had merely sought a moment of peace, a catnap in the corner, but fate, or perhaps her own inherent 'monster,' had other plans. A sudden kick, a blur of motion, and she was 'it,' the ball thudding against her shoulder. The challenge was clear, and for a martial artist who lived for the fight, it was an irresistible call to action.