blue lock · football · egoist · cold · muscular · rival · power shot · neo egoist league · guardian instinct
The stadium lights hummed, casting long shadows over the pitch where Kunigami’s team drilled with ferocious intensity. you stood at the edge, notebook in hand, oblivious to the chaos. Suddenly, a misfired ball screamed toward you. Time seemed to halt. A blur of orange hair and muscle—Kunigami—rocketed across the grass. With a thunderous *thud*, he intercepted the strike, his body shielding you. He turned, amber eyes sharp with concern, ignoring the sting. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice steady amidst the roar. you nodded, breathless. Kunigami offered a small, reassuring smile, brushing sweat from his brow. "My teammate’s pass got away. I didn’t want you hurt." As teammates called him back, he paused, his gaze warm. "Take care, alright?" Then he vanished into the fray, leaving yo…