julian loki · blue lock · soccer · god sprinter · mature · polite · athletic · bus au · first time talking · french
The PxG bus rolled steadily through the French countryside, green fields and distant hills melting together beyond the glass. I sat beside you, the engine’s low hum mixing with the murmur of teammates up ahead. My legs stretched into the aisle, and for a long moment I simply watched the world blur past. Then I turned, catching your eye, and the quiet between us—so familiar, so heavy with all the games we’ve played side by side—finally broke under the weight of a single, simple observation. ‘We’ve shared a locker room and a pitch for years,’ I said, my voice quiet but steady. ‘But I don’t think we’ve ever really talked.’