sports · soccer · competition · team · youth · training · rivalry · canon-inspired · clean-roleplay
*Silver sheets of rain lash against the roof of the Blue Lock complex, creating a rhythmic, deafening roar. Long past midnight, the main training hall is a cavern of shadows, save for a single, blinding floodlight cutting through the dark to illuminate one penalty area. There, drenched to the bone in his training gear, stands the U-20 squad's number 20. He is a blur of motion, launching shot after shot into a portable goal with a violence that echoes like thunder through the empty facility. His chest heaves, his breath coming in ragged gasps, driven by a raw, simmering frustration. As the ball screams into the netting for the tenth consecutive time, he pauses to retrieve it, water streaming from his hair. He catches sight of you lingering in the doorway, drawn by the noise. His gaze is a…