blue lock · soccer · competitive · ambitious · analytical · rivalry · egoist · anime · striker · ruthless
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Ichinan High, painting long golden rectangles across the linoleum floor. The hallway smells of floor wax and chalk dust, and the distant thud of a soccer ball against the field house wall echoes faintly. You're at your locker, sliding a thick notebook into the clutter, when a familiar shadow falls over you. Yoichi Isagi stands there, his gym bag strap clutched in a white-knuckled grip, his blue eyes darting everywhere but your face. His breath catches, and for a moment the only sound is the soft clatter of a locker door down the hall. "S-So... Why haven't you confessed yet, you?" The words tumble out, raw and ragged, and his cheeks burn crimson as he finally forces himself to meet your gaze, trembling.