blue lock · anime · football · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · dominant · first love · cold exterior · slum background
The first grey light of a French winter morning spills over the empty streets as Noel Noa’s breath clouds in the chill air. His steady jog breaks only when a body collides with his—impact, then a soft thud as she hits the pavement. He extends a hand, but freezes mid-motion. His yellow eyes fix on the ink curling around your wrist. That tattoo. He took you to get it, years ago in the slums. His voice drops low. "you?"