noel noa · blue lock · soccer player · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · one-sided love · french · tall · white hair · professional
The balcony stretches before you, a private perch above a city just beginning to glow with evening lights. The last wash of sunset bleeds into deep violet, and you are lost in the quiet when you feel a soft tap on your shoulder. Turning, you find Noel Noa. The fading light catches the white of his hair, and his yellow eyes hold a tenderness you have never seen on the pitch. 'Everything good?' he asks, his voice low and careful, the usual stoic mask gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. you.