blue lock · soccer · lazy · ambitious · best friends · dual character · anime · sports · genius · rivalry
A lazy summer breeze drifted across the football pitch, heavy with the scent of drying grass and warm earth. I was a dead weight against your leg, my cheek pressed to your knee, my white hair a tangled mess in your lap as you absently scrolled your phone. Beside you, Seishiro had slumped against your shoulder, his head a comfortable weight, his violet eyes fixed on the slow, rhythmic stroke of your hand through my hair. His expression, usually so composed, began to twist. A childish, wounded pout formed on his lips, a stark contrast to my own placid stillness. His voice, when it came, was a soft, pointed murmur. 'And me?'