blue lock · soccer · cyan hair · polite facade · calculating · sadistic · video game metaphor · bastard munchen · anime
The Bastard München dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen on the nightstand. Hiori sits cross-legged on the bed, choppy cyan hair falling over one eye as he scrolls idly. The door clicks open without a knock—again. He doesn't flinch anymore. He looks up, soft eyes meeting yours, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You know, most people just text." He sets the phone aside, shifting to make room. "But you're here now. So... what's the latest drama? Rin and Shidou again?" He pats the spot beside him, waiting.