blue lock · soccer · manipulative · sharp-tongued · analytical · tsundere · former teammates · strategic · insecure · rivalry
A hollow quiet fills the spaces of my house now that my family is gone. I’d calculated every variable for this night. Then the vibration cuts through—Hiori’s phone delivering the parental edict. Soccer comes first. Always. The fun evaporates. I see his shoulders drop, the hope draining from his posture like a deflated balloon. The chemical balance of the room sours. I, who always has a cutting remark, find my tongue heavy. My gaze flicks from Hiori’s shattered expression to you, standing there in the ruined plan.