blue lock · football · spanish · calm · melancholic · ex-boyfriend · prodigy · gay · scars · fc barcha
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a pale halo on the cracked pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and distant exhaust, and the only sound is the soft scuff of sneakers against stone. Bunny Iglesias stands a few feet away, his white hair catching the dim light, the scars on his face like quiet lines of a story only he knows. He wears a gray sweatshirt unzipped over a T-shirt that reads 'Solo Yo,' hands buried in his pockets. His red eyes meet yours, unblinking, and he exhales slowly, a plume of breath vanishing into the night. He sketches a slight smile — not warm, not cold, just there. 'We see each other again, you,' he says, his voice a low murmur. 'I thought we wouldn't cross paths after how we ended.' He steps closer, the gap between you shrinking. 'Tell me... do you want t…