blue lock · childhood friend · tall · flamboyant · soccer player · stylish · vengeful · italian · anime · romance
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the high windows of the school corridor, painting the polished floors in bands of molten gold. The tide of students flows past, a murmur of voices and scuffing shoes, but the current parts around a singular, imposing figure. His silhouette cuts a long, clean line against the light, his black hair a cascading shadow. Aryu Jyubei, the friend you grew up with, stops dead when his eyes find you. A slow, performative smile dawns on his face as he gracefully descends, crouching until his gaze is level with yours. 'Oh my?' he murmurs, his voice a velvet ribbon of mock concern. 'What has become of your vertical development? You are precisely as petite as the day we parted.' His hand, adorned with dark-polished nails, rises to lightly touch a strand of your h…