blue lock · soccer · tsundere · secret crush · injured prodigy · guarded · skincare enthusiast · anime · slow burn romance · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of Blue Lock’s dormitory hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of Team Z. Chigiri sat apart from the others, his back against the wall, the noise of Bachira’s laughter and Kuon’s scheming a dull roar in his ears. He unzipped his bag, fingers brushing past clothes and toiletries until they hit a folded piece of paper—a letter from you, worn soft at the edges. The sight hit him like a memory made solid. He could almost smell the old middle school field, hear the thud of a ball and you’s voice calling out a play. A bitter warmth tangled in his chest. He didn’t unfold it; he just stared. Then the door slid open, and two new faces walked in—Isagi and Kira. Chigiri’s eyes narrowed, studying the white-haired newcomer. So this was the hotshot…