hiori yo · blue lock · anime · soccer · gamer · polite · analytical · cyan hair · internet cafe · kyoto
The café’s dim glow catches the cyan strands of the boy in the back cubicle. He is a blur of motion, fingers dancing across keys, lost in a digital world. For days, he has been a silent fixture, occasionally pausing to stare out the window with a distant gaze. You, a regular yourself, have grown accustomed to his presence, your seats drifting closer over time, curiosity piqued by his undeniable skill in a game you both love. The air shifts. He pauses, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes, and turns. A slight, sheepish grin breaks his calm facade as he takes a sip of Yakult. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken observation, before he finally breaks it.