Welcome back to the one-shot collection! For those who were hoping for a next part of the previous chapter, I'll have to disappoint. This is an idea that I've been working on for a while and unfortunately lost inspiration for until recently.

Now, I hope you'll enjoy it!

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You see, it's not really that they're famous.

Granted, Raimon is the current number one team in the country, and several of their players ended up joining the team that won the first intergalactic tournament in history (boy, was it fun when that came out to the regular public), but for all intents and purposes, they're still just regular teenagers.

Then again, no one can deny Raimon's potential. And they've gathered quite some attention – Gouenji has had to do quite some work to ensure no outside parties could approach them.

So, technically, they're not celebrities or whatever. It's just that people sometimes recognize them when they walk down the street. There's been a few sports magazines and programs that have contacted their coach for interviews, or asked them questions after matches or during events from the Youth Soccer Association.

They're just. Well-known teens. Who happen to be fucking terrifying at sports, but, y'know, details.

So no, it's not really their soccer that turns them into an internet sensation.

The one who should be blamed for that particular development is, surprisingly enough, Ichino.

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There's a blond blur in the middle of the screen. It's a bit shaky before the camera focuses.

''Does this thing work?'' mutters the blur – revealed to be a teenager in the middle of what's probably his bedroom. ''I think so.''

Satisfied that it's recording, the teen leans back. Crosses his arms.

''So. Hey there,'' he says to the camera, grimacing a bit. ''This is awkward, but who the fuck cares. Not me, at least. I'd edit this out but I don't know how.'' He shakes his head. ''Anyway. My name's Ichino Nanasuke, I'm a second-year and a midfielder for Raimon Junior High's soccer club, so maybe you've heard of me. Probably not since I'm not a crazy terrifying maniac like some people. Which brings me to my next point.''

Ichino pauses in his ramblings, then, and makes direct eye contact with the camera.

''My teammates are fucking insane. And I've decided to film it for specific end purposes only known to me. Not for possibly getting them thrown in jail or something, promise.'' His blank face doesn't look particularly believable. ''Enjoy, I guess.''

Belatedly, he throws a peace sign, completely deadpan.

There's a moment of silence. Ichino is still staring pointedly into the camera. The silence is becoming a bit awkward as it lasts, until he finally says, ''Let's start. Maybe you know Shindou Takuto? He's considered one of the best strategists in the youth soccer division right now.''

And for the first time, Ichino smiles. It shows way too many teeth.

Then the camera cuts out.

-

The video suddenly lights up to show half of the Raimon team, spread out over their outside soccer field – the school can be seen in the background – probably taking a break from training or something.

''I mean when you think about it,'' Nishiki says, musing, to the group at large, ''Shindou is actually just an overgrown chicken.''

There's a moment in which no one speaks, then–

''Oh my god,'' Kirino chokes out as Kariya next to him falls over, guffawing. In the background, the other first-years are trying and failing to stifle their giggles. Tsurugi's back is turned to the camera but his shoulders shake suspiciously.

There's laughter from off-screen, the camera itself jerking haphazardly to the sound of muffled chuckling.

''I- I'm sorry, what- how do you even-''

Nishiki gestures helplessly. ''It makes sense!'' he insists. ''His Soul is like, a peacock, right? That's like a really vain chicken in blue!''

Someone lets out an undignified snort. Kirino has curled into himself, hand clamped over his mouth and shaking with the effort of not laughing. It sounds like one of the first-years is sobbing. Hamano has thrown himself on the ground, his face hidden in the grass as he laughs helplessly.

And then suddenly Nishiki's eyes grow wide and he's scrambling backwards. ''Holy- Shindou! I- I didn't mean it like that, man, come on!'' his voice is a few tones higher than usual. He scrabbles to get to his feet as quickly as possible, and then freezes. ''Wait, what- what are you doing with that ba-''

There's a blue glow coming from beyond the camera, accompanied by sudden piano music. Then-

''Fortissimo!''

A glowing blue ball flies into the camera's view and Nishiki shrieks as he only just manages to get out of the way. ''Sorry- sorry I'm sorry, please don't kill me-!'' and for the first time in the entire video, he makes the smart decision and makes a run for it.

Then Shindou is suddenly sprinting through the video like a bulldozer, clearly intend on following Nishiki, who has darted away as if the devil himself is on his feet. The camera shakes as it's suddenly jutted upward to follow them.

There's a sigh from somewhere off screen. ''Look at them go,'' someone muses. ''Hey, since Nishiki's dead anyway, do you think I can have his lunch?''

''For fuck's sake-''

Then the screen goes black.

-

The video cuts back to Ichino in his room. The silence, again, last just a tad too long.

''Yeah, okay, so that doesn't seem too bad right? But wait until you see the fallout.''

-

The next scene that is shown isn't all that out of the ordinary; a regular sidewalk, the camera's view moving up and down a bit as the one who's holding it is clearly walking. Several teens dressed in the Raimon boy's uniform are walking in front. It's a bit hard to hear, but some muffled conversation can be picked up; they seem to be talking about their training of the day.

It's confirmed when the one who is filming speaks up, startingly loud in the video. ''Personally I think coach has been hanging around Kidou-san too much.'' It sounds like Ichino.

Someone laughs, several of the boys looking back at Ichino. ''His training is worse than what we had today, though,'' the biggest one of the group says. Amagi. He sounds pained.

A shorter boy next to him, purple-haired, pats his arm sympathetically. He looks considering for a moment and then chirps, ''Coach is really nice, though. If he'd been getting inspiration from Kidou-san, he wouldn't immediately be as bad as him, I think!''

''You're right. Ichino-senpai's also right. Coach did get help from Kidou-san – I suggested it.''

There's a chorus of betrayed shouts and the camera pans over to the one who said that – a brown-haired teen with a surprisingly devious grin, which only grows wider when he adds, ''in fact, Kidou-san was happy to overlook our training plans for the next month or so when I asked.''

''Oh my god Tenma why would you do that?''

''You are such a little bitch, we deflate all the balls once and you go and do this-''

''Don't you realize you'll suffer along with us?''

Tenma shrugs, still smiling. ''Worth it.''

There are multiple frustrated groans and Agami seems caught between a funny mix of fearing for his life and committing homicide. One of the boys – the dark hair could belong to several of them, so it's not clear who – has hidden his face in his hands.

Someone off-screen gives a dreamy sigh. ''One day I wish to inspire the same terror as he does.''

A beat.

''Oh my god Shindou.''

''What?'' the strategist sounds offended.

There's another beat of silence. Several people are glaring at a point off-screen – Shindou, no doubt.

There's a quiet snicker, only picked up by the camera because it's so close-by. Then Ichino says, loud enough for everyone to hear this time, ''I don't know, you're pretty close already. Nishiki was terrified.'' He turns the camera in Shindou's direction, just in time to catch his amused grin before he ducks his head to hide the expression.

Several people laugh. Several others glance nervously in Shindou's direction.

''Actually, where is Nishiki?''

Shindou's head whips up and he freezes mid-step. A complicated look crosses his face.

Then he bites his lip, looking off to the side, as if he's trying to avoid looking at his friends. It makes him look a bit like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar.

''Senpai?''

''I...'' he winces. ''Oops?''

The camera turns, just slightly, to catch the alarmed expressions on the other boys' faces.

Then the scene cuts off.

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Ichino, back in his bedroom, appears on screen again. He looks wholly unimpressed. ''Shindou,'' he starts slowly, speeding up the more he talks, ''locked Nishiki in a closet and took his phone. We didn't find out until after practice.''

He leans back and crosses his arms. ''We had to go back after closing hours, get the key from the janitor, find our way through the school without lights – because obviously locking him in a closet in our soccer building, which we're all a little more familiar with, is too easy. No, of course Shindou chased Nishiki all the way up to the top floor of the school and into a storage room with some old props from a play from the drama club. Also, when Nishiki ran into said storage room, he knocked over several of those props and we had to dig him out from beneath them. Which was not easy because they were big and it was a small room.''

He finally pauses to take a breath and then glares at the camera. After a couple seconds of silence, he adds, ''All this, of course, in the dark. Because the lights weren't on and there were no windows in that room and we only had three phones with flashlights. I missed dinner and we all got detention.''

For a couple of moments, he looks into the distance, at a point somewhere to the right of the camera; almost as if he's reminiscing, except there's nothing enjoyable about it. He looks rather pained, actually.

With a shake of his head, the blond focuses back on the video. ''Anyway, what you just saw is sort of a regular day for my team. If you've stuck around this long, maybe you'd be interested in some of the...'' he pauses, considering. Then he shrugs. ''Well, whatever. You'll see what I mean.''

-

''This is going to be a disaster.''

The video is shaky for a couple of moments. When it stabilizes, it shows what seems to be a medium-sized banquet room, although it's not in use right now, all tables moved to the sides. Half of the Raimon team is seated on the floor.

That's not what the camera is focused on; instead it's zooming in on the double doors and the two teenagers in front of them.

One of them is standing precariously on one of the smaller banquet tables, the other holding said table to keep it from tipping over.

''Don't be such cowards,'' the one on the table says. ''It's gonna be fine!''

''Actually, I'm with Kirino on this one.''

The boy on the table cheerfully ignores all of them, continuing to fuss around near the doors, which are crooked open just a bit. Maybe enough to let a cat or small dog through. He seems to be securing a rather large bucket on top of said doors, so that it's supported by both of them, although it's hard to see what exactly he's doing.

Seeing as they get no reaction, Kirino tries again. ''Hamano, come on-''

''Nope!'' Hamano denies cheerfully. ''Coach'll see the fun in it, believe me. Hayami, I'm gonna step a bit to the left.''

The boy holding the table dutifully adjusts his grip, even as he puts up a token of protest. ''You don't actually know coach Endou will be the next one to enter.''

Again, Hamano waves their worries away. ''Nah, he said he'd be here soon, didn't he? Can you imagine everyone's faces when they see him during the ceremony? It'll be glorious.''

On the floor, Raimon shares a few dubious looks.

They don't get the chance to voice their disapproval any further, because Hamano gives a satisfied ''Aha!'' and steps back on the table to observe his work. The bucket holds stable, so he nods and jumps off the table.

He and Hayami push it to the side and then join the rest of the team, sitting down in spots with a nice view of the double doors.

Inevitably, Raimon all quiet down now, curious to see how this will turn out despite themselves.

It doesn't take long; voices float down from the hall, and Hamano grips Hayami's arm. ''He's coming!'' he whispers excitedly, but not everyone shares his excitement. ''That sounds like more than one-'' Kirino starts but Hamano shushes him, and he sighs.

The camera zooms in a bit on the doors as the voices grow louder.

Then they're pushed open and the bucket tips over.

''Woah-!''

A rainbow of colors falls down in a big shower, amongst several shocked exclamations and people coughing. For several long, long seconds, maybe half a minute, the double doors are hidden by a cloud of sparkles, vaguely-human shaped figures stumbling out of it. The bucket sways innocently from side to side, taped to the wall above the doors.

It takes far too long for the scene to settle and even then, not all the colored specks have settled down.

''What,'' a man growls, although it isn't completely clear who it was, ''is going on here?''

The camera slowly turns to catch Raimon's absolutely horrified looks and then slides once more to the doors, back to the half dozen glitter-covered people there.

They are almost unrecognizable, if not for a few key details – the cape is one of them, Fubuki's silver grey hair, barely visible underneath all the sparkles, another.

From outside of the doors, a decidedly glitter-free Endou steps into the room, staring wide-eyed at his colorful friends and then at the sparkly floor, where his footsteps are clearly visible. When, after a couple of seconds, nothing else happens, more people – the old Inazuma Japan team – follow him.

The coach himself stops between Kidou, who's trying to shake out his glittery cape to no avail, and someone so covered it's impossible to distinguish who it is, exactly. Endou grimaces sympathetically as the latter shakes his head, releasing a cloud of glitter from his hair and revealing dark locks that obviously belong to Fudou.

Finally, the coach's eyes turn in the direction of the camera. Someone off-screen gulps loudly. ''You guys...''

Endou is interrupted by another glittery figure, looking absolutely furious, although the effect is slightly ruined by his current glow-up.

''You brats-'' it's the same growly voice as before, only a lot louder, ''-are in so much trouble.''

And then, Ichino's whispers from directly behind the camera, sounding utterly terrified, ''is- is that coach Kudou...?''

The screen goes black.

-

A split second later Ichino's face comes into view again, back in his bedroom. He's smiling wryly, hugging a pillow.

''Did we accidentally glitterbomb the Inazuma Japan?''

He very calmly lifts the pillow up and shoves his face against it.

Then he screams wordlessly, only slightly muffled by the pillow.

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The video has barely focused enough to show the inside of a soccer stadium, several yellow-clad figures around, when there's a distant scream.

The camera pans around to catch the tribunes above, and someone in yellow racing down the stairs between the seats. Whoever it is, he's heading right towards the barricade.

''Shinsuke-kun catch me!''

Maybe two seconds later, the teen is jumping onto the edge of the balustrade and then, without hesitation, he launches himself into the empty air – the soccer field several dizzying meters below him.

There are screams.

A tiny blob shoots forward, also screaming, first wordlessly and then a half-intelligible ''MAJIN THE HAND!''

Gold shoots out, taken on the distinct shape of a hand, and the blob dives to the ground. The golden hand follows his movement and manages to snatch the falling teen out of the air just in time.

For a second, the boy – teal-haired, grinning widely – is suspended in the air like that, but then the gold disappears and he lands easily on his feet.

''Thanks for the catch!'' he says cheerfully to the smaller boy on the grass next to him, and then turns on his heel, giving a careless wave as he heads to the exit of the field and leaves his stunned teammates behind.

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The video cuts back to Ichino, pillow once more resting in his lap. ''Yeah, so, I was actually really lucky I caught that, I was just messing with my phone,'' he says casually, as if people jumping from ridiculous heights and demanding their teammates to use super techniques to catch them isn't anything out of the ordinary.

The blond grins. ''Sangoku-senpai was so incredibly mad afterwards though, it was great.'' Then he pauses, a thoughtful look coming over him. ''Oh my god I need to introduce you guys to Sangoku-senpai. He's one of our keepers – the other one is Shinsuke, he's the one who did the hissatsu in the last video – and Sangoku-senpai is an absolute blessing. Probably the only reason we're still alive, to be honest.''

He throws another peace-sign – this time not looking on blankly, but his wicked smile isn't any better.

The screen goes black.

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What follows is a quick series of short clips; first, it cuts to the image of a spacious room, the most notable being the grand piano in the center, someone – Shindou – sitting behind it. Sweet notes fill the air, forming a beautiful and calming melody that already seems to be reaching its end.

On the ground around the piano is the Raimon soccer team, although not all of them fit fully in the frame. When the music ends, they burst into applause, several teens calling out praise; Shindou grins in response, a little flustered.

''It's things like this that make you seem like a well-raised kid,'' a tall, dark-haired boy says suddenly, sounding a bit mournful. ''Little does the world know the terror you actually are.''

Shindou has the gall to look insulted.

''Don't give me that look, I know you were the one who lured those pigeons into the school.''

That has the team howling with laughter, one letting out a low ''ooooh buuuurn-'' before the feed switches to another video.

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The camera focuses on a boy with a look that could kill, seated on the ground and entangled in countless threads of multi-colored wool, obviously having failed in getting himself out of the mess. He is glaring at his grinning teammates.

Sangoku passes in the background, pauses, blinks, and then shrugs. ''Looking good, Kurama,'' he says, continuing on his way and out of view of the camera.

The boy in question growls and then shoots his laughing teammates an even worse glare. ''When I get my hands on you fuckers-''

He's interrupted by Sangoku calling a distant ''Language!'' which has the forward scowling but obediently shutting up too.

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The next scene is that of one of the hallways in a soccer stadium. Raimon is gathered there, looking tense, together with a few players from another team. Their faces are badly blurred out, but it's enough to hide who they are.

One of them is talking, sounding smug and mocking, ''-so watch it assholes, because we're going to fucking destroy your shitty team-''

He is interrupted before he can say another word.

''You think cursing makes you look tough, don't you?'' Sangoku smiles pleasantly. ''Let me tell you something. It doesn't. All it does is make you seem like a sad, uncultured, uneducated, witless simpleton with daddy issues.''

There's a muffled ''oh my god'' from Raimon's side before the video ends.

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It cuts to the by now familiar view of Raimon's clubroom, Hamano and Hayami entangled in conversation. The dark-skinned teen is speaking.

''Yes but I think-''

''Your opinion is invalid,'' Sangoku says casually as he passes by the open door.

Hamano blinks, left with his mouth agape and looking startled, and then looks over his shoulder – but the keeper is already out of sight and the midfielder whips around to look back at the camera, eyes wide. ''Where did he-?''

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''Get back here, you rascals!''

The video stabilizes to show Sangoku with his arms crossed, a stern frown on his face. His tone books no room for argument.

Raimon's first-years skulk into view of the camera, looking very much like kicked puppies.

The keeper is entirely unaffected. ''I don't care if it's the first snow of the year, if you want to go outside when it's below freezing point, you wear a coat.'' He pauses for a couple of seconds, in which no response comes. His disapproving frown deepens and the younger teens flinch. ''Am I understood?''

''Yes senpai!'' they chorus.

Sangoku nods, seeming satisfied, and shoos them away. The kids immediately brighten and run back the way they came, their excited shouts caught by the camera.

Someone out of frame laughs and the video turns in that direction, catching Kurumada and Amagi's amused grins. ''Honestly, Hamano is right. You are such a Sangomom.''

Sangoku gives a long-suffering sigh.

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The next video is different from the previous ones.

It shows, once again, most of the team – the rest undoubtedly somewhere outside of the frame – in casual clothes, hanging out on a small city square. They're all holding ice cream, and an ice cream parlor is visible in the background.

There's laughter and voices as a pale, navy-haired boy stands smirking, holding two ice cream cones above his head and out of reach of another teen, this one brown-haired and pouting. ''Mou, Tsurugi, give it back!''

Tsurugi laughs and steps back when the brunet tries to grab it. ''You gotta try better than that,'' he tells the young captain, who takes it as a challenge. For the next while, the shorter teen chases after the forward, trying to get his ice cream back.

At one point, some of their other teammates have to quickly step out of the way to avoid being knocked into. There's a sudden shout and the camera jerks to the side. There's a middle-aged man with an angry scowl, a blue ice cream stain on his shirt - one of the Raimon players, a dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, must've stumbled into him and is now apologizing profusely.

''You damn brat!'' the man snarls, taking a threatening step forwards.

The rest of Raimon reacts instantly, getting to their feet and approaching the duo. ''Hey, leave him be!''

The man ignores them and reaches out to grab the boy's wrist. In the next moment, Sangoku is there, a furious look on his face. ''Get your fucking hands off of him,'' he hisses. That's where the screen goes black.

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Ichino is grinning wildly when the video cuts back to him.

''That,'' he announces, in a mixture of smugness and awe, ''is the only time any of us have ever heard senpai curse. It was awesome.''

He gives a satisfied sigh and he leans back. Once more, the silence last just a few seconds too long, making the pause slightly awkward. Ichino doesn't seem to care, still smirking. ''Anyway, I think this is enough for a first video. Hope you guys enjoyed and now understand why I will go gray early. Thanks for watching and maybe see you next time, if I decide to make a part two!''

And for the last time, the screen goes black.

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We're National Champs & Glitterbombed InazumaJP
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RoomBaahsheep – 10 hours ago

Oh my gosh I think I just died? That has got to be the best glitter bomb I have ever seen? I was not prepared to laugh that much lmaooo

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reezhopkins – 8 hours ago

asfsgfkjjrzdr he literally launched himself from the edge at 5:22 full on believing his teammate would catch him can you IMAGINE how extreme it would be if that team started doing trust exercises

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someBODYyYyYy – 2 hours ago

what the fuck did i just watch

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takahoe – 5 hours ago

6:54 how that sangoku guy completely roasted that kid from the opposite team was amazing XDDD

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MySoccahstars34 – 3 hours ago

i swear to god ive seen these kids on tv little did i know they are, collectively, my spirit animal THEY GLITTERBOMBED THE IJP THAT'S HILARIOUS

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Thank you for reading, I hope you liked Raimon's latest antics! In my mind, Ichino keeps up with these videos and before long has a pretty big following... would you guys like to see more of it?

Until next time!

- Yara