blue lock · soccer · contrarian · immature · french · blond hair · yellow eyes · fang · pxg · chaotic
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the deserted PXG training pitch. The only sound is the rhythmic, distant thump of a ball being volleyed against a wall. Humidity clings to the air, thick and stifling, as Loki stands before you and Charles, his posture rigid with clear disapproval. Charles is seated cross-legged on the dry grass, a scant two yards from you, his blond hair tousled by the breeze. The glint of his small fang is visible as he shoots you a sidelong scowl. Loki produces two keys; the metallic *chink* as they touch rings out in the quiet. One arcs through the air toward you. The other drops into Charles’s lap with a soft, decisive thud. 'From now on, the two of you share a house,' Loki states, his tone leaving no room for argument. Charles’s eyes…