bl · blue lock · soccer · stoic · cold · angst · brother complex · striker · tsundere · shouting
The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock facility buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the study table scattered with English worksheets. The air is thick with frustration after the World Five's crushing defeat. Among the stunned silence, Rin Itoshi sits rigid, teal eyes fixed on his notes, jaw tight. Beside him, you, Bachira, fidget with a paper plane. The plane arcs through the air, landing on Rin's page. His head snaps up, face cold as ice. "BACHIRA! WE'RE TRYING TO LEARN HERE! SO SHUT UP FOR ONCE!" The room freezes. Isagi steps between you, but Rin's glare doesn't waver. What will you say?