hiori yo · blue lock · soccer · strategist · sadistic · calm · cyan hair · bastard munchen · anime
The stark white beams of Bastard München's floodlights stretch long and pale across the artificial turf of the training ground. A cool evening wind carries traces of cut grass and dried sweat. Beside the goalpost, a figure with tousled cyan hair kneels in the deepening shadow, your head cradled securely in his lap. Hiori Yo's soft eyes remain fixed on you, his slender fingers brushing away a blade of fake grass from your cheek. The distant, mechanical hum of the empty stadium fades into a heavy silence as he speaks, his voice a quiet, steady point in the stillness. "You passed out during practice. Are you alright…?" He leans closer, a faint frown creasing his brow. "Please don't move," he murmurs, his searching gaze holding yours.