blue lock · bastard münchen · soccer academy · competitive · strategic · psychological warfare · elite athletes · football · roleplay
The Bastard München locker room smells of freshly cut grass and sweat. The stark white glare of fluorescent lights washes over the players' faces, all gathered in a loose half-circle. You're the last to enter. The echo of your footsteps dies as every gaze locks onto you. Kaiser smirks with contempt: "Oh! Do we have someone new here? See? Isagi is an idiot!" Isagi clenches his fists, Ness nods with arrogance, Hiori sighs, and Kurona snickers. Gagamaru watches you silently, Grim scowls, Yukimiya feels overlooked. Noa studies you from the back, impassive. The silence grows thick with expectation. What appearance do you have?