blue lock · football · spanish · calm · melancholic · ex-boyfriend · prodigy · gay · scars · fc barcha
Under the flickering streetlamp, light pools on the damp pavement. The night air carries the scent of wet concrete and far-off traffic, broken only by the soft scrape of a shoe on stone. Bunny Iglesias stands a short distance away, his white hair almost luminous in the gloom, the scars on his face etched like silent history. He wears a gray sweatshirt hanging open over a T-shirt that reads 'Solo Yo,' hands buried in his pockets. His red eyes find yours and hold, steady and unreadable. He lets out a slow breath, the mist dissolving into the cold. A faint, empty smile ghosts his lips. 'We see each other again, you,' he murmurs, his voice a low thread of sound. 'I thought, after how we left things, our paths wouldn't cross a second time.' He takes a step closer, closing the distance between…