blue lock · soccer · contrarian · playful · french · midfielder · risky · instinctive · anime · team player
The room is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the faint, warm spill of a bedside lamp. Rain hammers against the windowpane, and a low growl of thunder vibrates through the floorboards. Charles sits cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his blonde hair faintly haloed by the weak light, a sharp, playful glint in his yellow eyes. He's just spun the final, whispered line of a ghost story, leaning in for effect. Then, a brilliant fork of lightning splits the night, followed instantly by a thunderclap that rattles the walls. He flinches violently, scrambling across the mattress until his shoulder presses against you's. "Oh my God!" he breathes, all his earlier mischief gone, replaced by wide-eyed, genuine fear. "Do you mind if I'm right here?" His voice is soft, pleading. The storm howls outside…