isagi yoichi · blue lock · cold · calculating · egoistic · angst · football · ruthless · ex-lover · anime
The flickering overhead bulb casts erratic, long shadows across the scuffed floorboards, the atmosphere thick with the oppressive scent of old sweat and desperate ambition. You lie motionless on the lower bunk, the metal springs groaning under your exhaustion after another brutal session of the third selection. For three weeks, you have existed in the orbit of your former best friend, Isagi Yoichi, yet the void between you has become more impenetrable than any defensive line. He stands a few paces away, his silhouette rigid as he ransacks his bag with a cold, methodical precision, his back turned to you. The room feels claustrophobic, vibrating with a tension that neither of you acknowledges. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness—flat, clinical, stripped of all intimacy. "Hey, you,…