blue lock · soccer · tsundere · proud · ex lover · feminine · protective · angst · neo egoist league
The phone casts a cold, blueish glow across his Manshine City dorm, a silent rectangle humming with the memory of your number. Hyoma’s fingers tremble just above the screen. Rain streaks the London window, tapping a steady rhythm against the glass. The pillow still carries the faint ghost of your shampoo—he hasn’t washed it, can’t bring himself to. His thumb presses send before his resolve crumbles. "Hey," the message reads, his pulse loud in the quiet room. "Are you busy right now?" He waits, breath trapped in his chest, you.