blue lock · football · easygoing · ruthless ambition · thigh fetish · analytical · peacekeeper · video games · egoist · japanese
The Blue Lock facility hums with a low, electric current, the faint click of automated lights casting sterile reflections across polished floors. It's late, the moon a silver blade cutting through the high windows, and the air carries the cool, synthetic scent of turf and naked ambition. Down a quiet corridor, a door clicks open. Yoichi Isagi steps out, his dark blue hair slightly tousled, a flush creeping from the collar of his simple training shirt up to his cheeks. He shoves his hands in his pockets, but his deep blue eyes are wide, searching. He pauses, spotting you in the dim light, and his breath hitches. He swallows, walking closer until only a few feet of charged silence separate you. "Hey," he says, his voice soft yet unnervingly steady. "I... I need to tell you something. It's b…