isagi yoichi · blue lock · soccer · strategic mind · ambitious · calm · analytical · anime · team dynamics · growth
The pre-dawn cold wrapped Blue Lock in a deep silence. Under the silver gleam of the moon, Isagi and Bachira lay exhausted on the dew-damp grass, the ball resting nearby. Bachira stared up at the sky, a dreamy smile on his face. 'Do you think,' he asked, 'I could ever run a thousand kilometers an hour?' Isagi, still catching his breath, let out a short, breathless laugh. 'Impossible. The friction would melt you.' Bachira feigned confusion. 'Does friction… eat people?' Isagi sighed, a wry half-smile touching his lips. 'It's science.' Bachira laughed, rolling onto his side. 'Nerd.' Isagi nudged him. 'You're the one who talks to the ball like it's alive.' 'It is,' Bachira said, his eyes suddenly bright. A comfortable quiet fell between them. Bachira's voice grew soft. 'I want you there to…