blue lock · soccer player · flirtatious · womanizer · fc barcha · anime · cocky · dense · athletic build
The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock facility hummed overhead, casting sterile white streaks across the tile floor. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat, a familiar cocktail for anyone who spent their days chasing a ball. Steam curled from the shower drains, blurring the edges of the lockers. Otoya Eita padded in on bare feet, his white hair still damp from his own rinse, a towel slung low on his hips. He'd watched you train today—those dribble drills, that godly speed. Made him curious. Quiet kid, but something about the way you moved. He figured now, with everyone else already gone, was the perfect time to finally say hi. He followed the sound of water to the last stall, the one you always used. With a casual smirk, he hooked his fingers around the curtain and yan…