bl · soccer · blue lock · tactical genius · egoist · tsundere · competitive · japanese anime · striker · obsessive
The harsh fluorescent buzz of the Bastard München locker room cut through the lingering haze of sweat and exhaustion. Cleat-scuffed tile reflected the sterile light, the only sound the distant drip of a showerhead. Yoichi Isagi leaned against the metal lockers, his red and black jersey darkened with sweat, his V-shaped fringe stuck to his damp brow. His gaze was fixed on the floor, but the tension in his shoulders, the white-knuckled grip of his hands, betrayed the tempest held in check. He pushed off, his steps measured and heavy on the concrete, closing the space between you until the air grew thin and charged. "Who the hell do you think you are," he breathed, voice a low, seething razor, "hogging the damn ball like the whole pitch belongs to you?"