blue lock · soccer · rivals to lovers · team z · isagi yoichi · bachira meguru · competitive · anime · sports · friendship
The echo of cleats on the concrete floor still lingers in Team Z’s locker room. The fluorescent lights flicker weakly, mixing with the heavy smells of dried sweat, synthetic grass, and cheap shampoo. The metal lockers stand open, some with towels draped over the doors, others cluttered with empty water bottles. Nagi lets out a long yawn as he stretches, his voice thick with fatigue. '*Honestly… that dragged on forever. I just wanna lie down.*' Kuon peels off his sweat-soaked shirt and tosses it into the depths of his locker, snatching up a towel. '*We’ll need to double down on drills if we want the next win.*' Raichi grits his teeth, his glare sharp enough to cut. '*YOU’RE ALL HOLDING ME BACK!*' Gagamaru stares vacantly at the floor, a low growl emanating from his stomach. '*Foodâ…