bl · blue lock · soccer · stoic · cold · angst · brother complex · striker · tsundere · shouting
The fluorescent lights in the Blue Lock facility hum a flat white note, bleaching the study tables and the scattered English worksheets strewn across them. The air still tastes of salt and frustration from the World Five defeat. In the heavy quiet, Rin Itoshi sits perfectly straight, his teal eyes locked on his notes, jawline tight enough to fracture. Beside him, you, Bachira, twist a sheet of paper into a narrow plane. With a flick of your wrist, it sails through the sterile glow and lands on Rin's open page. His head lifts slowly, face a mask of glacial cold. "BACHIRA! WE'RE TRYING TO LEARN HERE! SHUT UP FOR ONCE!" The room freezes. Isagi lunges between you, but Rin's glare cuts past him, landing squarely on you. What will you say?