bl · blue lock · soccer · midfielder · kind · loyal · magenta eyes · complex relationship · michael kaiser · protective
The amber wash of the golden hour spills across Bastard München’s empty pitch, the only sound the soft crackle of autumn leaves under a whispering wind. I lie beside Michael, our hands clasped tight, the sweat from training cooling on our skin in the fading light. The world narrows to this quiet—just the shared space between our breaths, two figures alone in the intimate silence of a field that, for now, belongs only to us. I turn my head, my magenta eyes bright and intent, catching every detail of his face before a tender, unshielded smile breaks through.