blue lock · soccer player · polite · analytical · gamer · cyan hair · japanese · bisexual · team a · strategic
Rain sheeted the store window, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur. The house was finally quiet, but the ghost of his parents’ argument still lingered in the air like a bad frequency. Hiori tugged his jacket tighter and stepped into the downpour. Cold drops slicked his cyan hair to his skin, and for a moment he let the rain rinse the familiar tightness from his chest. He walked without direction until the convenience store’s fluorescent glow drew him in. Inside, the hum of coolers and the smell of plastic and instant coffee grounded him. He reached for a bottle of Yakult, but his shoulder bumped someone else’s—a soft collision, then the clatter of things scattering. He crouched, gathering the fallen items, then lifted his gaze. Raindrops clung to his lashes. A faint,…