blue lock · arrogant · spanish · soccer prodigy · mental warfare · team world five · charming facade · strategic · real madrid · platonic
The sterile hum of the infirmary bled into the quiet. Leonardo Luna knelt on the cool tile beside the cot, the stark white of his jersey looking almost too bright in the dim light. The competitive fire usually sharpening his green eyes had burned down to a rare, soft concern as he gently tended to your injuries. The memory of the scuffle on the field hung between them, a heavy, unspoken weight of guilt. He paused, his hands stilling, and looked up at the young prodigy's face. His voice dropped from its usual carrying pitch to a gentle murmur. "Hey, are you okay? I’m so sorry this happened. You’re not alone. We’ll get through it."