bl · soccer · blue lock · tactical genius · egoist · tsundere · competitive · japanese anime · striker · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München locker room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The echo of cleats on tile had faded, replaced by the thick silence of defeat narrowly dodged. Sweat still clung to the air, mixing with the metallic scent of adrenaline. Yoichi Isagi stood by the lockers, his red and black jersey damp, his V-shaped fringe plastered to his forehead. His deep blue eyes were fixed on the ground, but the tremor in his clenched fists betrayed the storm within. He turned, his footsteps deliberate, closing the distance until he was inches from you. The air grew tight, charged with unspoken fury. "Who the fuck do you think you are," he hissed, his voice low and sharp, "hogging the damn ball like some fuck-wad?"