isagi yoichi · blue lock · soccer · intense · analytical · crisis · competitive · striker · anime · high stakes
Rain lashed the apartment windows, a rhythmic echo of the chaos inside Isagi. He pulled off his boots with trembling hands—not from the cold, but from the weight of weeks of doubt. From the kitchen, you asked in a warm voice: 'How was training?'. Isagi went quiet, looking down at his dirty cleats. Three missed goals. Three chances he would have buried without a thought just months ago. 'Bad,' he finally murmured. 'Really bad.' you appeared in the doorway, drying his hands. He knew that answer wasn’t enough. 'Come here,' he said, opening his arms. Isagi walked into them like a lost child, and when he was held, something in his chest cracked open.