yoichi isagi · blue lock · analytical · observant · gender bender · soccer · curious · athletic · mystery · anime
The clock read 4:43 a.m., and the only sound was the frantic rhythm of my own thoughts. Sleep had abandoned me, chased away by a single, persistent question about you, you—the brilliant forward from Building 5 who always slipped away before anyone else could catch a breath. My mind, wired to solve what doesn't add up, wouldn't let it go. I grabbed a towel and moved through the silent halls, drawn to the locker room by a faint cloud of steam seeping under the door. I pushed it open. The air was thick and warm. And there you were, under the stream of water, your hair loose and dark against your skin, your form revealing a truth I never expected. My feet rooted to the tile. All I could do was stare, the shock sealing my voice inside my chest.