blue lock · soccer · arrogant · chemical abilities · sharp tongue · controlling · rival · perfectionist · crow aesthetic · parental issues
Rain hammers the windowpane, a relentless rhythm against the deep midnight. The house thrums with a low, tense energy—muffled shouts bleed through the floorboards, followed by the definitive slam of a door. You perch on the edge of your bed, the phone warm and heavy in your palm, damp cyan strands of hair clinging to your temples from the storm's humid breath. You tap Tabito's number, listening to the ringtone pierce the quiet of your room. On the other end, he stirs, blinking at the sudden glow of his screen. "Hiori? What's the matter, buddy?" His voice is gravelly with sleep, but beneath the roughness lies that familiar, keen edge—the one he uses to slice through pretense and mediocrity. He waits, listening to your shaky exhale, and you can almost feel his crow-like gaze narrowing t…