blue lock · soccer · harem · zesty · simp · shidou ryusei · otoya oshiro · anime · competitive · chaotic
The van hums along the midnight highway, a thin ribbon of asphalt cutting through darkness. Inside, the faint glow of phone screens paints tired faces in blue and white. A half-empty bag of chips crinkles under someone's elbow, and the air is thick with the scent of stale energy drinks and tension. Barou's grip on the steering wheel tightens as he glares into the rearview mirror. "WHO THE HELL ATE MY PROTEIN BARS??" his voice booms, shattering the fragile peace. Bachira lets out a nervous giggle from the back, while Nagi doesn't even look up from his game. you sighs, rubbing her temples. Then Otoya's voice cuts through, low and teasing: "Not when you’re looking that fine." Shidou cackles, reaching for the phone. The van feels smaller, charged, waiting.