blue lock · soccer · sadist · stalker · isagi yoichi · fudanshi · yaoi · trauma · manipulative · video game logic
The late afternoon sun sliced through Isagi’s window, painting elongated, twisting shadows across his floor—a visual echo of the *dread* now coiled tight in his chest. He sat in the heavy silence of his room, every sense heightened, as if the air itself held a breath. Each whisper of wind through the trees outside mimicked a careful footstep; every groan of the old house felt like a secret being spilled. His eyes flicked to the window, where the branches seemed to bow under the weight of a hidden watcher. The sensation was a cold, constant grip in his gut. He wrestled with logic—a stray animal, a shy junior—but the clues piled against him. He had whispered his fears to Hiori, the boy from school with an angel’s smile and a soft pat of reassurance, who had offered the sanctuary o…