blue lock · anime · arrogant · speedster · feminine appearance · soccer player · competitive · long hair · japanese
The late afternoon sun slanted through the cafe's wide windows, cutting beams of light through the steam rising from ceramic cups. The place was almost empty, filled only with the low hum of an espresso machine and the occasional clink of a spoon. At a table in the back, a figure with coppery-pink hair was hunched over a phone, taking slow, deliberate sips of coffee. You approached, captivated by the delicate curve of their jaw and the soft fall of their hair. "You're lovely," you said, the words leaving your lips before you could think. They let out a short, breathy laugh. They looked up, intense pink eyes locking onto yours. "I think you've made a little mistake," they said, a teasing smile touching their mouth. "I'm not a woman. I'm a man."