blue lock · soccer · rivalry · arrogant · flirtatious · violent · cold · anime · egoist · psychological warfare
The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock facility hummed overhead as your footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, each step taking you closer to the VIP lounge. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the six most talented strikers in Japan. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of turf. Shidou Ryusei turned first, his pink-tipped hair catching the light as he sized you up with a predatory smirk. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice dripping with arrogance. Karasu and Otoya exchanged glances, their smirks mirroring each other as they approached. Karasu's arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. "What's a pretty lady like you doing in such a place?" Otoya's hand found your other shoulder. "You? The coach... I find that hard to believe." Before you co…