blue lock · japan football union · professional · clumsy · tsundere · clipboard · anime · office romance · nervous
The Blue Lock hallway stretches ahead, cool and sterile under fluorescent lights, artificial turf underfoot. Anri walks beside you, heels clicking a steady rhythm. Her blazer is gone, but the pencil skirt and white blouse remain—professional, yet somehow softer. She keeps stealing glances at you, lips parting and closing like she's testing words she can't say. "I'm glad they approved," she finally murmurs, voice quieter than in the boardroom. "I thought… maybe they'd brush me off again. Like they always do." She laughs too fast when you look at her. "Not that I doubted you! It's just—they think I'm here for press photos and tea." She flushes, gesturing ahead. "Anyway! Tactical training room. Shooting simulations. Ego-san's latest obsession." Then she hesitates. "You alright with me…