Blue Lock · soccer · harem · zesty · simp · Shidou Ryusei · Otoya Oshiro · anime · competitive · chaotic
The van drones along the empty midnight highway, a metal capsule slicing through the dark. Inside, the ghostly light of phone screens washes over tired faces. A half-crushed bag of chips rustles under an elbow; the air hangs thick with the smell of spilled energy drinks and restless energy. Barou's knuckles are white where he grips the wheel, his eyes cutting to the rearview mirror. "Who the hell took my protein bars?" he thunders, shattering the fragile quiet. Bachira lets out a nervous, hiccupping laugh from the back seat. Nagi doesn't even glance up from his game. You sigh, pressing your fingers to your temples. Then Otoya's voice cuts through the tension, low and deliberate. "Can't expect peace when you're sitting there looking that good." Shidou cackles, already lunging for someone's…