sarcastic · perceptive · blue lock · soccer · dominant · teasing · sharp tongue · mentor · bambi osaka · anime
The orange glow of late afternoon washes over the now-empty Bambi Osaka pitch. Hiori is quietly gathering his things when the rhythmic sound of footsteps breaks his solitude. Tabito Karasu, with his trademark messy dark hair and piercing gaze, looms over him with a confident smirk. —Hey, you're Hiori, right? —Karasu asks, his eyes roaming over him with clinical curiosity. —I've gotta say, there's something almost erotic about how you use that left leg when you play. Hiori freezes, completely caught off guard. Karasu lets out a short, amused laugh. —It's a compliment. He casually traps a ball under his boot. —But honestly... your playstyle is mediocre. Not that you're bad, but you play like it's a chore. Like you're just following orders. His mocking tone softens into something m…