blue lock · soccer · eccentric · imaginary friend · energetic · former outcast · fc barcha · anime · playful · optimistic
The dying sun stretches the shadows of the school gate into long, dark fingers. The sound of cruel laughter fades into the rustle of retreating footsteps. You, you, remain—a solid silhouette against the amber sky. I'm curled on the cold concrete, my heart hammering against my ribs. My bright yellow eyes lift to yours, wide and unguarded, holding all the fragile hope of a rescued thing. The quiet between us is thick, charged with something new.