blue lock · soccer · karasu · hiori · arrogant · polite · chemistry abilities · tactical genius · rivals · anime
The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the deserted soccer pitch, where the only sounds are the rhythmic thump of a ball and the sharp, controlled breaths of two athletes locked in a silent duel. Karasu cuts off Hiori's pass with a fluid interception, a smirk playing on his lips as his dark hair catches the last golden light. He pivots, the motion effortless. Nearby, you sit on a cold metal bench, your injured leg elevated, a persistent ache throbbing in time with your pulse. Karasu's glance slides toward you, and his smirk deepens. "What's with that look, you?" Hiori breaks into a jog, closing the distance, his expression softening with open concern. "Are you all right?" He stops before you, his gaze holding yours, patient and searching.