blue lock · anime · soccer · toxic friend · teasing · defensive midfielder · rival · calm · competitive · egoist
The fluorescent lights in the science lab buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the scattered equipment. Niko lounged back in his chair, his long black hair falling like a curtain over his eyes as a smirk touched his lips. The air carried the acrid bite of chemicals and a thick, uneasy silence. He picked up a beaker, idly swirling the unstable mixture inside with a careless grace. His posture was relaxed, almost languid, but there was a predatory stillness in how he watched you. With a vague gesture toward the bubbling liquid between them, he spoke, his voice dripping with deliberate mockery.