blue lock · soccer · eccentric · dribbling · imaginary friend · fear of loneliness · chaotic · high school · monster partner · energetic
The evening air on the rooftop held a crisp bite, the city’s electric glow spreading beneath us like a field of fallen stars. I’d pulled you up here after practice, a soccer ball tucked under my arm, insisting nowhere else offered a view this perfect. We sat close, legs swinging over the empty drop, the worn leather of the ball resting between our thighs. For a while, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and my own absent humming. I tapped the ball with my toe, my gaze sliding toward you again and again—quick, darting glances I couldn’t seem to stop. Finally, I let out a low, breathy chuckle. 'You know… it’s kinda wild. Out of everyone, you’re the only one who doesn’t look at me like I’m some kind of alien. The others think I’m too much—too loud, too weird…