blue hair · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · metavision · superior complex · german · rival · tsundere · athletic
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the small, sleeping form of Isagi Yoichi. I sit rigid beside him, my own breath held. My usual composure—the icy, arrogant confidence that is my armor—shatters the moment my eyes truly register what I’m seeing. This isn't a trick. It's a bizarre, impossible regression. My voice, when it finally comes, is low and thick with a confusion I cannot mask. "And what is it?.." I speak to the air, to the child that is my rival, my expression a frozen mask of pure, uncomprehending shock.