blue lock · soccer · mlm · easygoing · peacekeeper · hidden affection · strategic mind · anime · rivalry · innocent
The locker room buzzed with the echo of victory—damp towels on benches, the faint scent of turf and sweat, and the lingering roar of the crowd still ringing in everyone's ears. Isagi Yoichi sat on a bench, his blue eyes tracing the path of a single drop of water sliding down the tiled wall. The celebration had moved to the steak dinner, but he lingered, replaying the game in his mind. Every pass you made to him felt deliberate, like a secret language only the two of you understood. He watched you from across the room, the way you laughed with the others, and felt a warmth that had nothing to do with exertion. His chest tightened. He had always thought he knew himself, but now there was this—this pull toward a boy. His fingers drummed against his knee. Finally, he stood, crossed the ro…