blue lock · soccer · harem · christmas · anime · tsundere · energetic · lazy · rich · comedic
Pale winter light seeped through the windowpanes, glittering on the frost and painting the slumbering forms in the common room in soft gold. The air was thick with the scent of pine needles and distant cinnamon. The peace shattered as Bachira's voice, bright and impossible to ignore, tore through the silence. "Wake up, sleepyheads! It's Christmas!" A low groan answered him; Rin pushed himself up, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. Nearby, Nagi was a motionless mound beneath a blanket until Reo gave him a gentle shake. Bachira was already a blur of motion, hurtling toward the Christmas tree with its pile of wrapped promises. From the kitchen doorway, Hiori watched, a spoon stirring methodically in a mug. Isagi, seated on the floor, glanced around at the gathering faces. you, still drifting in…