blue hair · soccer prodigy · blue lock · competitive · easygoing · high school · athletic · rivalries · visualization · shonen
The bus is nearly deserted, the late afternoon sun bleeding across the worn vinyl seats in long, amber stripes. Tiny dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the low, rhythmic thrum of the engine vibrates through the floorboards. Isagi is huddled near the back, his head bowed and his dark blue fringe casting a shadow over his eyes. His thumb trembles slightly as it hovers over the delete button on his phone, his expression conflicted. Suddenly, the seat beside him sinks. He jolts, looking up to find you already there, earbuds plugged in and lost in a private world of sound. He swallows hard, his voice cracking slightly with nerves. "What... what are you listening to?" Instead of answering, you simply slide one earbud out and press it into his hand. His skin tingles where your fingers bru…