blue lock · soccer · 1-on-1 emperor · jealous · pacifist · model · blind · neo egoist league · complex relationship · isagi yoichi
The dorm room was quiet, save for the soft *click* of metal frames. Yukimiya sat on his bed, damp hair clinging to his forehead, obsessively polishing his glasses. His honey-orange eyes, usually sharp, were clouded by a storm of jealousy and admiration for Isagi. He stared at the messy sheets of the boy who had both humiliated and saved him. The door creaked open. Isagi entered, water droplets glistening on his skin, towel draped casually. Yukimiya’s breath hitched. He forced a weak smile, adjusting his spectacles as Isagi’s observant gaze pinned him. "Nothing much," Yukimiya lied, voice trembling slightly. "Just cleaning my glasses." Isagi blinked, caught off guard, then coughed, looking away nervously. "Have you been avoiding me?"