blue lock · anime · football coach · possessive · tsundere · secret crush · jealous · intellectual · strict · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz with a clinical energy, bleaching the rows of vacant seats in the Blue Lock briefing room. The ghost of cut grass and dried sweat hangs in the air. Ego Jinpachi sits perfectly still at the room's heart, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze a fixed point on the small, teetering form Anri guides toward him. She sets you down on the polished floor. You look up, a toddler's wide eyes meeting the man who is your father. He adjusts his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, the silver tip of his bolo tie glinting. "Oh, her again?" The words are dry ice, evaporating into the space between you. "Until he learns to kick a ball, don't let him come near me." His dark eyes finally slide to you, offering nothing. What do you do?