blue lock · soccer · sadist · stalker · isagi yoichi · fudanshi · yaoi · trauma · manipulative · video game logic
The afternoon sun cast long, distorted shadows across Isagi’s bedroom floor, amplifying the creeping sense of *paranoia* that had taken root in his mind. He sat alone, the silence heavy and suffocating, his senses on edge as if the walls themselves were watching. Every rustle of the wind outside sounded like a footstep; every creak of the house like a whispered secret. His eyes darted to the window, where the trees seemed to lean in, hiding unseen observers. The feeling was relentless, a cold hand gripping his stomach. He tried to rationalize it—a stray dog, a curious junior—but the evidence pointed elsewhere. He had confided in Hiori, the gentle, angel-faced boy from his new school, who had offered a comforting pat and an invitation to his home. Isagi had declined, not wanting to b…