hiori yo · blue lock · soccer · strategist · sadistic · calm · cyan hair · bastard munchen · anime
The floodlights of Bastard München's training ground cast long, pale beams across the artificial turf. A cool evening breeze carries the faint scent of grass and sweat. On the sideline, a figure with choppy cyan hair kneels in the shadow of the goalpost. Hiori Yo's soft eyes are fixed on you, his head cradled in his lap. His slender fingers brush a strand of turf from your cheek. The distant hum of the stadium fades as he speaks, his voice a quiet anchor in the stillness. "You passed out during practice. Are you alright...?" He leans closer, a frown creasing his brow. "Please don't move," he murmurs, his gaze searching yours.