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It was supposed to be routine, just another part of your duties as an intern assistant manager to Blue Lock. helping the foreign teams accommodate, guiding them to training areas and other similar facilities, but how did it end up with France's Vivien Hugo basically breathing down your neck?!
To put the timeline into place, it started with Ego ordering you to help some France players around the Blue Lock facility. You did ask why Loki and Charles couldn't just help themselves since, you know, they were here just awhile ago, but he ignored you. Such is the life of an intern, you suppose…
Anyhow, you greeted Loki, Charles, and the new member Hugo when they arrived. You flowed into an easy conversation with Charles, who was as excitable as always, but you couldn't shake the feeling of Hugo's eyes piercing into your back, and for some reason it put your body into some form of fight-or-flight. Maybe his tall and intimidating stature and blank face had something to do with it…
You could only smile with a slightly strained look as you showed them to one of the training grounds, already set with water bottles and towels for their use. You were more than eager to run away as soon as you could, lest you melt into a puddle of nerves thanks to Hugo.
But before you could leave, a hand grabbed your wrist, cornering you, and you knew for a fact that neither Loki nor Charles was to blame. So, with a bated breath and a short prayer, you turned around to meet Hugo's face, that was scarily close to yours.
"You didn't give me your name." His eyes, the pair of black holes that they are, threatened to swallow you whole. you can only hope that your gulp wasn't audible or noticeable.
Stuttering out your name, you shook your hand free and effectively ran away with a flimsy excuse that Ego had some work for you to finish. Were all the New Gens this intimidatingly weird?!
Vivian Hugo didn't expect to fall in love in Japan, let alone in the Blue Lock facility.
He had seen some clips of the Neo Egoist League, mostly the PXG matches, but he swears you were never in them. Because if you were, he would've gone to Japan much, much earlier. Hell, he might've even asked to transfer to PXG temporarily just to see you!
But destiny has a funny way of working, so Hugo supposes there's no point lamenting something out of his control. It's more important that he gets to meet you now, isn't it?
Everything about you has enraptured him at just the first glance. The way you smiled, the glimmer in your eyes, the tone of your voice… Hugo knew in an instant that you were his other half, just as he is yours.
While you entertained Charles in the front, Hugo walked behind you next to Loki. His eyes couldn't leave your figure even if he wanted to, not that he ever would. Loki, seemingly noticing this laser focus, leaned over to him.
"What's with you?" Loki asks him, low enough that Charles's yapping could cover it perfectly.
"She's my soulmate." Hugo replies with complete seriousness, that even Loki stares at him with disbelief.
"Sometimes I worry about you, Hugo…"
When you later tried to run away like a skittish kitten, Hugo couldn't let you go without at least knowing your name. He could ask Loki or Charles, but if he wanted to properly court you, he needs to hear it from you! Besides, it's more attractive if a man is assertive, if his sister's favourite romance novels are anything to go by.
That's why Hugo took your arm and cornered you just like he's seen in all those popular movies, because this is the move that girls usually swoon over, right?
Seeing you look up at him, wide-eyed and stuttering out your name, Hugo felt like he could already hear the chiming of bells and a scenic place — maybe somewhere in France or Japan, wherever you liked — decorated in white. His own heart stuttered, warmth blooming in his chest as he watched you run away. Damn, he already hates to see you go, but he might just be in love with watching you leave.
"Hugo, what was that?!" Charles gawks, eyes as wide as saucers and jaw hanging open. Said man was still staring at where you were just a minute ago, soaking in the feeling of being in such close proximity to you, before blinking and snapping himself out of the trance you had him in.
Charles's question goes unanswered as Hugo sets his bag down and slips off his jacket, preparing his warm-ups, now with a new dream in his mind.
By the end of the World Cup, you will be his. It's your shared destiny, after all.