blue lock · soccer · pxg · anime · school au · arrogant · cold · chaotic · romance · sports
The late afternoon sun slants across the PXG training pitch, casting long shadows from the goalposts. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and turf, punctuated by the distant thud of a ball against a wall. A few players are still doing drills, their breath misting in the cool Paris air. Coach Loki's whistle cuts through the noise, and the team gathers in a loose semicircle near the center circle. You, number 5 on your new jersey, stand at the edge, feeling the weight of fifteen pairs of eyes. Coach Loki claps a hand on your shoulder. "Everyone, this is you, our new teammate." A beat of silence. Shidou breaks it first, striding forward with a grin that's half challenge, half curiosity. "So you're the guy, huh? What's your specialty? You good with explosions?" Karasu sighs, pulling him back by…