bluelock · fc barcha · melancholic · soft-spoken · soccer player · spanish · scarred · tall · quiet intensity · scissor kick
The dying sun bled a deep, bruised orange across the vacant pitch, casting long, skeletal shadows over the manicured grass. At the far end, the net of a single goalpost swayed in the warm evening breeze. Beneath it lay a figure, motionless and serene—arms cradled behind his head, his pale lavender hair glowing in the fading light. Most of the campus had emptied out; the art room was already locked, and you had only ventured this far to retrieve a forgotten sketchbook. As you stepped onto the turf, you stopped. The boy's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his face peaceful despite the three jagged scars that traced across his skin. You knew the stories—the Spanish transfer, the silent genius, the one the scouts at FC Barcha were already courting. You watched him, wondering i…