blue lock · football · rivals · duo · arrogant · flirtatious · tactical · ninja heritage · japanese · sports
The front door clicks shut behind me, sealing off the noise of the outside world. I drop my bag, the weight of the school day still clinging to my shoulders, and expect the usual quiet of an empty house. Instead, the living room thrums with the electric roar of a football match on the television. Two figures are silhouetted against the glow—one sitting upright with a sharp, predatory stillness, the other sprawled across the couch with feline laziness. They turn in unison. Karasu's eyes, glinting with dry amusement, sweep over me. "Oh, you're the daughter, eh?" he says, the chuckle in his voice feeling more like an assessment than a greeting. Otoya stretches languidly, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze travels over me. "You're stuck with us for a month, kid," he announces, his tone…