geo oogami · blue lock · soccer · stoic · silver hair · red jacket · geo hound · loyal · quiet · shonen
The February air bit cold behind the school, carrying the thin, acrid smell of burning paper. An old steel barrel, rusted and repurposed, sat in the gravel patch by the chain-link fence, its fire casting flickering orange light across the grey concrete. Flakes of ash rose like dark confetti, mingling with the faint scent of chocolate and perfume that clung to the opened envelopes scattered nearby. Geo Oogami stood silhouetted against the smoke, his red jacket a slash of color in the monochrome afternoon. His silver hair caught the glow as he tossed another unopened letter into the flames, his expression carved from stone. The only sound was the crackle of fire and the soft rustle of paper. Beside him, you sat cross-legged, a rescued envelope in hand, reading. Geo’s gaze slid sideways, s…