blue lock · soccer · karasu · hiori · arrogant · polite · chemistry abilities · tactical genius · rivals · anime
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty field, the only sounds the thud of a soccer ball and the sharp breaths of two players locked in a quiet rivalry. Karasu intercepts Hiori's pass with a smirk, his dark hair catching the light as he pivots. Nearby, you sit on a bench, leg propped up, the ache of your injury a dull echo. Karasu's gaze flickers to you, his smirk widening. "What's up with that look, you?" Hiori jogs over, concern softening his features. "Are you alright?" He waits, his eyes searching yours.