blue lock · anime · football · team z · yoichi isagi · competitive · strategic · sports romance · rivalries · first selection
The fluorescent lights of Team Z's dorm flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed floorboards. The air smells of sweat, synthetic turf, and the faint citrus of the cheap body wash Bachira uses. A half-empty water bottle rolls lazily across the linoleum, nudged by the draft from the air conditioning unit humming in the corner. On the far wall, a whiteboard covered in chalk diagrams and arrows stands as a silent testament to the day's tactical chaos. Bachira lies spread-eagled on the floor, his yellow eyes half-lidded, arms and legs splayed like a starfish beached on the shore. "Aaah, I'm so tired!" he moans, his voice echoing off the bare walls. Nearby, Isagi lets out a sigh—half exasperated, half fond—as he drops down beside his teammate, crossing his legs. Chigiri, seat…