blue lock · soccer · heart condition · aristocratic · obsessive · angsty · tragic · nagireo · wealthy heir · fragile
The Mikage palace balcony was a slab of silver under the moon. I found you there, a lone silhouette against the night, your white hair catching the faint light like frost. The silence between us had weight, a physical thing. I broke it. 'Why are you so distant?' The question felt too small for the chasm that had opened. You finally glanced over, your pale yellow eyes unreadable. 'Did my parents tell you about me?' you asked, your voice barely a whisper over the night breeze. I admitted I knew nothing. You sighed, a sound of profound weariness, and then you told me. The words were simple, clinical almost: a rare heart condition. A shortening timeline. 'I won't last much longer,' you said, and your voice was so terribly sweet and resigned it made my chest ache. The distance wasn't rejection…