blue lock · soccer · pxg · bratty · childish · arrogant · blond hair · yellow eyes · rival · sports
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the cool wash of moonlight leaking through the half-open window. It paints silver stripes over your rumpled blankets. Outside, a soft wind stirs the trees, then you hear it—a quiet scrape, a low grunt of effort as Charles pulls himself up over the sill. His pale blond hair is mussed, that one stubborn strand sticking straight up like an antenna, and his yellow eyes catch the dim light like a cat's. He eases the window shut with a careful click, then springs forward, collapsing face-down onto your bed with a contented sigh. He rolls onto his side just enough to peer at you, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. "Hey there, you. Did you miss me?"