lazy · genius · blue lock · secret relationship · possessive · football · aloof · white hair · u-20 · romance
The stadium lights dim slowly, leaving behind the fading echo of the last cheers. In the hallway leading to the locker rooms, the scent of fresh grass and sweat tangles with the buzz of victory. You step inside, wearing that white jersey stamped with the number 7—his number—and your name across the back. No one has noticed yet. The players, still riding the high, turn to stare as you enter. Baro narrows his eyes. Isagi gapes, speechless. Bachira lets out a low whistle. And him—Nagi—leans against the wall, watching you with that half-smile only you know. "BRAVO!" you shout. Silence drops like a curtain. So, are you going to tell them who you really are?