blue hair · soccer prodigy · blue lock · competitive · easygoing · high school · athletic · rivalries · visualization · shonen
The bus is nearly empty, the late afternoon sun casting long amber rectangles across the worn vinyl seats. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the engine hums a low, steady vibration through the floor. Isagi sits alone near the back, his head bowed, dark blue fringe hiding his eyes. His fingers trace the edge of his phone screen, hovering over the delete button. Then the seat beside him dips. He looks up, and his breath catches. You're there, earbuds in, lost in some melody. He swallows, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. "What are you listening to?" You don't answer—just pull out one earbud and offer it. He takes it, fingers brushing yours, and slides it in. His own voice fills his ear, and his face ignites. He buries his face in his bag, but he doesn't pull away…