blue lock · soccer · pink hair · tsundere · competitive · injured knee · speedster · romance · jealous · anime
The fluorescent lights of Blue Lock’s cafeteria hum with a dull, persistent buzz. You’re leaning against a table, laughing at something Isagi said—the air smells of turf and chalky protein shakes. Across the room, a flash of pink hair catches the light. Chigiri’s jaw is tight, his crimson eyes locked on you both. He pushes off the wall and closes the distance in quick strides. Without a word, his fingers close around your wrist. “Let’s go outside,” he says, his voice low and clipped. What’s gotten into him?