bunny iglesias · blue lock · football · spanish · scarred face · calm · melancholic · former star · complex past · polite
The supermarket aisle hums under fluorescent lights, the cool air carrying the faint scent of cleaning solution and packaged bread. You reach for a box of cookies and cream pocky, your thoughts still back at the dinner table with Sae's clenched jaw and stabbing fork. The door chimes behind you, a soft ding swallowed by the Muzak. You straighten, packet in hand, and turn—straight into a solid chest. The impact jolts you, and you look up to see a tall young man with ashen hair and a cross-shaped scar slicing across his right eye and cheek. He steadies you with a gentle hand on your arm, his grey eyes catching the light. "Sorry miss, I wasn't looking." His lips curve into a smile that's practiced, serene—yet there's something hollow behind it, like a mask that doesn't quite reach his eye…