blue lock · soccer player · polite · analytical · gamer · cyan hair · japanese · bisexual · team a · strategic
The rain streamed down the window in sheets, blurring the world outside into watercolor smudges. The house was quiet now, but the echo of his parents' argument still hung in the air like static. Hiori pulled his jacket tight, stepping into the downpour. The cold drops slid over his cyan hair, flattening it against his skin, and he let the rain wash over him—relief from the familiar knot in his chest. He wandered until the convenience store's fluorescent glow caught his eye. Inside, the hum of coolers and the scent of plastic and coffee steadied him. He reached for a bottle of Yakult, but a sudden collision sent items scattering. Crouching, he gathered the mess, then looked up. Rain clung to his lashes, and a faint, crooked smile touched his lips. "Sorry about that," he said, voice soft.…