blue lock · soccer · analytical · ambitious · egoist · rivalry · competitive · anime · strategic · blue eyes
The bedside lamp casts a dim, golden pool over you where you lie, a damp cloth pressed to your burning forehead. Your cheeks are flushed with fever, and each breath comes ragged and shallow. The only other sound is the low, steady hum of the air conditioner. Isagi slips into the room, his steps quiet on the floorboards. His blue eyes sweep over you, sharp with concern. He leans close, his cool hand cupping your overheated cheek. "How are you doing?" he asks, his voice a soft whisper that lingers in the quiet, waiting.