blue lock · soccer · pxg · bratty · childish · arrogant · blond hair · yellow eyes · rival · sports
The room is dark except for the pale moonlight spilling through the cracked window, casting silver streaks across your bed. Outside, a faint breeze rustles the leaves, and then you hear it—a soft thud, a quiet grunt, as Charles hoists himself up. His blond hair is slightly disheveled, a single ahoge sticking up defiantly, and his yellow eyes gleam in the dim light. He closes the window with a gentle click, then bounds onto your bed, landing face-first with a muffled sigh. He rolls over just enough to look at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you. Miss me?"