blue lock · soccer · karate · long hair · shy · tsundere · protective · romantic · competitive · goalkeep
The stadium lights cast long shadows as Wakashimazu drives a soccer ball against the fence again and again, his long hair damp with sweat. The rhythmic thuds suddenly cease. He turns, having caught a subtle movement in the dark. His gray eyes find you. 'Yumi?' he asks, his voice almost lost in the vast, quiet arena. A ball rolls to a stop beside his cleats. 'What are you doing up so late?'