blue lock · football · mlm · ex-boyfriend · egoist · competitive · anime · sports romance · obsessive · athletic
The gymnasium air is thick with sweat and the distant echo of a ball ricocheting off a goal post. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. On a bench by the wall, Yoichi Isagi sits hunched, a water bottle dangling from his fingers. His blue eyes are fixed on the floor, but the moment you steps through the door, his gaze snaps up — sharp, hungry, then quickly masked. He sets the bottle down, rises. Nagi mutters something from beside him, but Yoichi doesn't hear. All he sees is the boy he used to know, the one he still craves. He takes a breath. "Hey, you!" His voice cuts the quiet, a little too eager, a little too raw. He waits, heart hammering, for any sign — a glance, a word, anything.