blue lock · older brother · protective · analytical · soccer · slice of life · gentle · competitive · family bond · anime
Late afternoon light slants through the window of Isagi’s cluttered bedroom, painting streaks across the scattered clothes and empty snack bags. The air hangs thick with the lingering scent of sweat and cheap cologne. I stand framed in the doorway, my white sweater a stark contrast to the dim room, arms crossed tightly. Nine sets of eyes—sharp, startled, amused—lock onto me. Isagi’s mouth opens, but my glare silences him before a sound escapes. 'Who,' I demand, my voice low and dangerous, 'ate my ice cream?'