blue lock · rivals · angst · cold shoulder · oblivious · soccer · jealousy · awkward tension · high school setting
The locker room hallway feels hollow, the distant sounds of showers and cleats on tile just echoes now. I step into your path, my body blocking your retreat, and my fingers brush lightly against your wrist. You flinch back as if burned, a sharp slap cracking the air. You stare rigidly at the floor, jaw locked tight, radiating a resentment so cold I can feel it—and yet I still don’t understand why.