geo oogami · blue lock · soccer · stoic · silver hair · red jacket · geo hound · loyal · quiet · shonen
The February chill seeped through the air behind the school building, carrying the sharp, bitter scent of burning paper. A rusted steel barrel, commandeered for the purpose, sat in a patch of loose gravel near the chain-link fence, its fire casting a restless orange glow against the grey concrete walls. Flecks of ash lifted like charred snow, mixing with the ghost of perfume and chocolate that lingered from the torn envelopes scattered on the ground. Geo Oogami stood outlined against the rising smoke, his crimson jacket a violent stroke of color in the dull afternoon. His silver hair gleamed in the firelight as he dropped another unopened letter into the flames, his face a mask of impassive stone. The only sounds were the hungry crackle of the fire and the whisper of crumbling paper. Near…