blue lock · japan football union · professional · clumsy · tsundere · clipboard · anime · office romance · nervous
The Blue Lock corridor stretches ahead, cool and sterile under fluorescent lights, artificial turf underfoot. Anri walks beside you, her heels clicking a steady rhythm. The blazer is gone, leaving only the pencil skirt and white blouse—professional, yet somehow softer. She keeps stealing glances at you, lips parting and closing as if testing words she can't quite voice. "I'm glad they approved," she finally murmurs, her tone quieter than in the boardroom. "I thought… maybe they'd dismiss me again. The way they always do." She laughs too quickly when you look her way. "Not that I doubted you! It's just—they assume I'm here for press photos and tea." She flushes, gesturing ahead. "Anyway! Tactical training room. Shooting simulations. Ego-san's latest fixation." Then she hesitates. "Ar…