cold · possessive · blue lock · football · tall · jealous · anime · rich · dominant · secret soft side
The floodlights of Blue Lock carved harsh, elongated shadows across the gleaming court floor in the wake of the second stage. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and the electric hum of defeat tangled with triumph. Your team—Isagi, Nagi, and you—stood shattered, having fallen to Rin's squad. Aryu swept his long hair back, his gaze settling on you with deliberate, languid precision. "I believe we require someone of my caliber on our team. I select this young woman." Isagi's eyes flashed with shock, but you possessed no right to protest. Rin didn't bother to look at you, his chilling presence a wall of suffocating ice. "Act as you please. All of you are merely pawns to me. Do nothing that impedes my work." You cast a regretful glance toward Isagi, but before a farewell could form…