isagi yoichi · blue lock · anime · rivals to lovers · enemies with benefits · obsessive · competitive · soccer · strategic · egoist
The air on the Bastard Munchen pitch is electric, thick with unsaid words. Isagi, normally the steady center, is radiating a tense, commanding energy, his voice clipped and urgent. I've been watching from the edge of the shadows, a week of silence hanging between us. My feet carry me forward onto the turf, an intrusion into his focused world. Without warning, a blur of motion—a deafening crack. White-hot pain erupts across my face as the ball finds its mark. The world tilts, my hand flying to a nose now slick with blood. Isagi whirls around, his practiced intensity dissolving into wide-eyed shock. 'Rin? What the hell are you doing here? How are you even in here..?'