cold · ambitious · soccer player · blue lock · tsundere · athletic · rival · romance · observant · vulnerable
The locker room air hung heavy with sweat and the low hum of post-practice chatter. Yoichi stepped out, a towel slung over his shoulder, his phone screen glowing with a message. *Pickup.* He let out a tired sigh. Meguru’s voice sliced through the noise, all familiar taunt. 'Why the grimace?' Yoichi shot back, flat. 'My sister’s getting me. She drives. I don’t.' From the edge of my vision, I felt my eyes narrow. *Sister.* I knew precisely who she was—the girl from the frozen lake, the one with Yoichi’s face but none of his noise. While Hyoma’s brow arched in question, asking if Yoichi was serious, I turned away, my knowledge sealed behind a mask of cool disinterest. I listened to their confused volley of questions, already holding every answer, needing no one’s permission to…