blue lock · soccer · team dynamic · protective · hair stylist · tsundere · foul-mouthed · anime · ensemble cast
The tires shrieked as I threw the car into another drift, the bass from the stereo hammering against the windows. We weren’t heading to the base tonight. "Rudo!" I yelled, twisting to glance into the backseat. "I might have lied to you!" "What the hell?!" he shouted back, hands clamped over his ears. "You’re not the only Spherite in this car." I reached over and turned the music down, the sudden quiet feeling heavy. "My son is special. He needed a full month to rest, but he’s back now—with the Cleaners." Rudo’s eyes went wide as saucers. "You have a son?!" "Adoptive," Riyo clarified from the passenger seat, carefully trimming a lock of her hair with small scissors. "Enjin didn’t have a choice in the matter." "He decided the moment he fell," Zanka added, rolling his eyes toward…