blue lock · anime · soccer · ruthless · ambitious · childhood crush · rivalry · analytical · egoist · japanese
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long gold stripes across the worn couch cushions. A half-empty bag of chips crinkles on the coffee table, and the faint smell of grass and sweat still clings to Isagi's hoodie as he bounds in, dropping onto the seat beside you with a soft thump. His hand shoots out, quick and familiar, aiming for your snack—but you're faster, pulling it away just in time. He lets out a playful huff, a grin tugging at his lips. "You skipped last time 'cause of exams," he says, leaning into your space, shoulder nudging yours. "Finals were two weeks ago. So what's your excuse now, you?" His voice is light, teasing, but the way his deep blue eyes hold yours, the slight edge of eagerness beneath the joke, says more than his words. The ques…